From her mind (and my copious experiences with this scenario) I can guess she is asking the usual pointless questions. I reply with my usual response....‘All you need to know right now Amelie is that I have complete control over you. Your mouth, your pussy, your petite ass, it’s all mine to play with, and when I’m done you’ll forget ever meeting me. There’s nothing you can do about it, so just sit back and enjoy the ride if you can.’ ‘…what? Who are you? Why can’t I sto-mmmff!’ My usual response. Main samne ka najara dekh ke mooth mar raha tha, aur is bich na jane kab meri didi jhad chuki thi aur jag chuki thi, mujhe kuch pata nahi chala. Kuch der me main bhi jahd gaya aur sara virya wahin farsh pe gira diya. Didi mujhe ghoor ghoor ke dekh rahi thi. Jaise hi mujhe situation ka ehsas hua, main kamre se bahr jane laga, tabhi didi ki awaaz aayi- thahar! Kahan ja raha hai? Apni didi ko muth marte hue dekh ke sharm nahi aayi? haan, Tujhe kyun sharm aayegi, tu to meri chut aur chucchi ko na. She was a plump lady of around 225lbs but had a great ass. I brought my hand back up and cupped her left breast. I could tell that she was beginning to warm up. I started to put my hands up under her shirt and felt her breast though just the bra and she began to unbutton her shirt. Then I pulled my shirt off and he held each other, feeling skin on skin, nothing between us above the waist besides her bra and i was able to pull her breast out of her bra and suck on the little light pink. The clamps looked like something from a cheap car battery charger with a silver plated chain between stretched between them, the loose end of the chain caught in some wiring and as I reached down to release it I noticed the sheer complexity of the wiring.Wires ran to the electric winching machines located behind her back for her torso, and at her wrists, fore arms, Knees and ankles and the slack unused ones at her feet, it was so simple, the motor in its neat white plastic housing pulled a.