Over and over you wield your control over me, hit after hit until the tears are falling freely and I am whimpering in pain and yet begging you, to sto..., to continue, to help me focus on something other than the pain by using a toy on my now dripping pussy, just begging for something. You tell me to roll over and sink into the chair, so now one arm supports my knees and my back rest against the other. You tilt my head back so my neck is resting on the arm, hair draped to the floor. I can feel. She watched as the damaged tentacles slowly began to retreat and knew that it was time to run away as fast as possible because something else was attempting to squirm through the small hole. She pulled at the emergency cord, but to her dismay, nothing happened!She tried once more, but the belt was still locked! She knew she didn’t have time to fiddle with the belt, and she started to run away hoping that the anchors would pop out if they were pulled out the right way.With all her strength she. Teasingly, you lift your legs a little keeping your knees bent and together. You slip the tiny panties from under your incredible ass and over your knees, off your feet. You lay back and spread your legs, showing me the thing I love most in the world! I blindfold you and feed you a strawberry before lowering myself to your sweet, perfect, tight little pussy. I lick and suck on your clit, gently parting your lips with my thumbs as I explore and tease every inch of you. I tell you how much I. I was able to take in her figure in the towel that came down halfway between her thigh and knee. She wasn’t svelte, but she certainly didn’t carry too much weight.Her legs were strong and shapely, her breasts full and curved, her tummy flat but she wasn’t thin. Her figure appealed to me, a certain girlishness about her, but the curves of a woman too. She sat on the sofa with the second towel around her head. I passed her the chai.“So, how has the week been?”“Oh well, the usual stress, but I.