The camera crews arrived outside the studios around about twenty to one and started taking clips of the protest. Eventually a rather shiny Audi pulled...up and Ken Lowe, the rising star of the BBC news department stepped out. He looked like his car: sleek, shiny and designed to appeal to young, trendy professionals.A woman, probably just out of university, arrived with a cup of coffee, which he took and then turned away. Her eyes lingered on him for a few moments while she most likely dreamed of. She lowered the pants and tried to kiss him the same way but with his hairy legs they both broke out in childish giggling. She settled for a feather-touch caress around his ankles. Now he stood in his t-shirt and boxers. Ordinary stuff, except for the pulsing tent at the front.He embraced her again, fumbling a little at her bra hooks in back but getting them open in a few seconds. Again, he did not go straight for the breasts. Instead, he ran his fingers lightly along the shallow welts left by. ‘Again. Don’t stop until I tell you.’ Cat said.I continued to fuck my hole as commanded.I turned and looked. Cat was fucking her sweet pussy with the double-ender as I was fucking mine with a the dildo.Our moans combined like the best choir in the world, we came again and again. Over and over.Eventually Cat told me to pull mine out of me. My pussy was still hungry. She laid between my legs her pussy looking at mine. She slid one end of the double ender into me. It was much bigger then the other. .TightestIt was a game they liked to play from time to time. As her bondage skillsimproved, he learned that it was harder to get out of it than before.Eventually, he stopped being able to escape. That's when it truly becamebondage. That's when he learned that she was in charge.She loved the newfound dominance. Seeing her man helpless made her wet.Seeing her man looking more like a woman than he should made her flushedand seeing her man mincing in higher heels than she had ever worn madeher.