Her small hand grabbed his fat cock and raised it up in the air. She leaned upward a bit, pressing the head of his cock against her entrance.Instincti...ely, Keenum humped his hips upward, parting the tight lips of her hungry pussy and forcing half of his monster cock inside her instantly. “Ohhhh!” she gasped, feeling her cunt fill up with his penis again. He forced himself upward even more, squeezing his entire dick inside her warmth. “Ohhh God that feels good.” Ashley moaned. “I can’t get over. Another was wrapped around her waist, then her wrists and ankles. She couldn't remember being manacled like this before. The iron was heavy and she felt humiliated for some reason. She recalled pictures of slaves on ships, brought from Africa or China or India. She wondered who was in the room, turning her into a caricature of that time? She heard chains rattling, then being pulled through rings in the manacles, ankle to ankle, neck to wrists, wrists to waist, until finally she couldn't tell. “Are you famous or something?” the hostess asked.“That was a joke,” Suzie said.“Apparently it wasn’t a good one,” Sean said.Lily said, “You can say that again.”“You’re going to have to wait,” the hostess said.Sean looked around and saw that there were a lot of empty tables. He asked, “Why?”“We need to keep a table clear in case someone with a reservation shows up,” the hostess said.Her boss told her to send walk-ins to the bar for ten minutes. She said, “If you had a reservation, then I could. I looked down...My sister didn't have her shirt or bra on either! I froze, looking top-down at Marie's firm breasts. Unlike Christine, Marie's areolae were small. I couldn't look away. I felt damp between my legs.After some moments I managed to look back up. Christine was gone and several other girls were heading toward what must have been the shower, if the girls' change room's floor plan mirrored the boys'. I looked at Marie's unused towel that was next to where I was sitting and realized.