I can’t trust myself or be trusted by you. No one has ever been cured.So my family is having me locked away to avoid the shame. At least I can have...as much sex as I want again, I couldn’t even have a tug in my pants without setting off alarms lately.? ?You do not look violent? Do you think 18th century prison retro is a coming style? Did you overdress for the Halloween party in the dungeon?? He was sarcastic at every turn.?There are others he has chained for one reason or another, not too. .when it was too late to change her mind. Unfortunately, thiswas the downside of being married to a real witch. When I got home, Carol greeted me with, "Hi Mark. How was work today?" "The same as usual," I responded with a sigh. "We had an importantclient who suddenly decided to change his order and then I had toscramble to make all the adjustments." "I can always turn him into a frog for you," Carol said sweetly. I chuckled at that as I began removing my tie. "That would probably. I gently lowered her on to my cock, sliding inside of her slowly, as the walls of her pussy clamped down on me. She stared into my eyes and I into hers, as her pelvis settled gently on to mine, my cock settling deep inside of her. She placed her hands on to my shoulders, as I held on to her hips. Neither of us said a word. Rachel rocked back and forth, gently as first, then more passionately, as things loosed up. Suddenly, Rachel dug her fingernails into my shoulders and her arms stiffened. She. I try to turn around, but he giggles and tells me to stay. On his knees, he picks the back of the g string to the side, opening me up. Still leaning forward, he has a perfect view and access to all of me. Using an index finger, he traces my lower lips, up and down to my inner entrance then back up to circle my clitoris. After, he takes another hand, inserts two fingers into me, wet and swollen. Moaning, he thrusts slowly, using the thumb of his other hand on my clitoris, turning little circles.