Lydia tried to calm down despite the immense pain in her pussy which was nowholding her entire weight, she tried to grip the cone with her thighs to r...lievesome of the pressure on her cunt but the restrains would not allow it. Theman was in front of her now, she could her him laughing behind his balaclava,he reached out and began to play with Lydia's nipples, they were already hardfrom the cold but still responded to his touch, she had always had sensitivenipples. He rubbed them for a while and. He shifts; moving his hips forward and she can feel him pressing hard against her ass. Her hips move, pushing back against him, rubbing against him, in her mind she imagines she can feel the heat of his cock burning her skin through their clothes. She feels her own juices flowing now at the thought of him pushing against her and a moan escapes her lips. Now his hands move down her sides and back, squeezing her, working out the tension that is in her muscles until his hands are on her waist.. She would perform this same task four times before trial. It was a ritual that she had become used to and actually looked forward to. Her phone rang. “Hello, Leslie McCoy.” “Hey you fuckin’ slut bitch. ”, Jaydee’s voice growled at her. “I need you to do something for me. Can you handle a task? Are you up to it? ”, he said sarcastically. “Of course I am Sir.” “Stop talking and listen to me Fuckmeat! I want you to go to the Subway around the corner and buy a chicken sub. Sit down at a table and. Little time after it was always a beautiful sunny day of end-summer when i got home and there are my parents and a relative (not our cousin that i have recount before :-P) and there is also my sister who wears a beautiful adherent heavenly tunic for the house, the same one that, some time before, it had provoked at me the best erection of my life, (situation, in brief, of that time there that i have already recounted in a my previously story to this = i was entered in the room from lunch and my.