She then removed my chastity device freeing my straining cock; she then stripped wiping some of her underwear over my face and cock asking me if I was...enjoying her. I then have to wash her all over with my mitted hand I know I am going all over her but have no sense of feel nor can I see her naked body, my cock pulsate so hard, she turned herself to take my cock between her legs and she washed it, this torment she enjoys, when she was washed she removed the mitten and fixed my right hand to. But I run my tongue alone your shaft from bottom to top, to where I put the head into my mouth, and slowly tease you. Moving a little more down onto you. You move your hands to the top of my head, where you run your fingers thru my hair, letting it run between your fingers, and grabbing onto it ever so gently. As I move up and down on you, I caress your inner thigh, running my nails across your skin. While I’m doing this, I’m becoming much wetter, which I didn’t think was possible. I wanted you. The three of them pulled the strings taut as bowstrings, held them in place watching me squirm. In rotation, the lessened the tension, then pulled back even harder than before. I felt my cunt slipper and slimy and knew the one at my clit was going to come off first. As each of them pulled harder, the clamps bit into tinier and tinier amounts of flesh and the pain increased exponentially. When the clamp on my clitoris finally slipped off, I passed out. Are you enjoying this? My pain for your. " I'll think about it. One other thing," she said. "There's a woman in town that you might be interested in." Ah," said I gallantly, "I have no need for any more women, I thank you. After all, I have you." For business, you fool, not pleasure. This woman is an officer's wife, an important officer, Cornwallis's local agent, I'm told. He replaced the man that tortured you and Susan. And she's a public drunk, they say, an embarrassment I'm sure, and a flirt with men visiting her home at all.