It felt like flashbulbs going off inside her. Her vagina clenched and rippled, clenching and releasing rhythmically against the tissue. Her cervix spa...med repeatedly with her orgasms.Within minutes the fleshy probes grew to fill her, and lengthened to the deepest she could hold, growing to fill all available space. Tissie changed the surface of its probe to roughen up a bit, making Julie's ring muscles bump and flow around the probes as they thrust in and pulled out. Soon a fourteen-inch fleshy. "And do you have to wear those terrible gags and chains all thetime? The silver-grey of your chains sets off the grey of skirts, you know.Or were you chained tonight just for display purposes? I can't believe thatmature women, such as you would be slaves. Really now!" Moira looked at heryoung questioner severely, as a mother would to a child, and coldly replied: "Nn-ff,whf tt wrmm lllttmmmff; nnowwfffofff!" (No we have to wear them all the time;now fuck off.) The young woman giggled, blushed. His mouth is tastes sweet, his hands are scorching in the heat of the room, the heat of the moment. I find my resistance crumbling, if it was really there to begin with, as he pulls me down to lay beside him on the covers of my queen-sized bed. ‘I want you Ari. I have wanted you for so long.’ His words are whispered, his eyes are hooded with desire. He rolls on top of me and manages to get my shirt off, throws it in a crumpled ball on the floor. For half a second I am embarrassed at my. I’s sooo sooo sorry, ple... Whoosh, crack the crop strikes mid sentence turning what was forming as a please into another wail. “Three, Massa Hopkins”. Again my arm draws back; I look down and see wet spots in the dirt as the tears stream from her face and fall. Another outburst erupts as her face draws into a grimace and Ed calls, “Four, Massa Hopkins.” I look back to her ass and see a crisscross of stripes forming. Again, and again the riding crop lands and a new welt springs up in its place..