You stare forward in space, immobilized, trying to deal with the pain as the blood from your cheeks mixes with the wine on your body. Chef giggles a l...ttle as he plays with your exposed tonsils. He can easily reach into you a finger the inside of your throat now. He uses this access to rub some salt and pepper into the walls of your windpipe. Finally satisfied with his creation, he wheels you off into the dining room.Waiting in this large hall for you are a number of large gentlemen in very. Jason sighed and it almost seemed like he slowed down trying to prolong his orgasm. I couldn’t help but stick to fingers in my pussy and fuck myself as juices flowed down my thighs. Just to taunt Jason I rubbed my wet pussy juices all over my nipples and showed him how I could lick and suck them clean. Having huge tits is quite nice when you can suck and lick your own nipples.Scott moaned ‘do that again. finger that pussy the way I taught you. Then cover both nipples with your pussy juice. Lick. Everyday he dreaded going to school. High School had never been “as advertised” to Jess. He was a loner, an outcast. He had not even a handful of friends, everyone knew everyone, but that was about it. Recently he had been feeling more and more depressed, his thoughts sometimes turning to suicide. Home life was...well it wasn't a home anymore... “Good morning Mr. Knight”, said his homeroom teacher, Mr. Toer. “Morning”, Jess replied back. He took his seat and started on the homework he didn't. I asked: “Do you feel anything now?” She said no. My hand got up her calf. She said: “No, not yet.” I began to massage her knee while she kept saying didn’t feel my touch or contact. Her face expression denoted happiness instead, appearing not to be suffering. Her charm and seduction was intelligently dissimulated by her eyes, a lustful look perhaps, and I promptly began to get involved in the play, so I got up my hand to her thighs and began to stroke and squeeze there strongly. I looked at.