He then started stroking my stomach, making circles, and getting lower and lower each circle, I was starting to pant like a dog. He said to put my han...s around his cock, and play with it. I was ready for that, because it had been staring me in the face for a long time. He said that it felt so good to have my little hands on his cock and that he was in heaven. He asked me how many hands ne was, and I started from the bottom and put my hands over each other 5 times, and the head was still. They both laugh. ‘Enough of this’, one of them says. I get rolled over. Bush sits on my chest and grabs my ankles, yanking my legs back so my ass is exposed. He spreads my legs farther and farther, my balls and cock sliding to one side. Wulf laughs, ‘I think his balls are trying to make a get-away.’ He grabs his handcuffs and wraps one link around the base of my balls, and the clicking as he tightens the cold metal, pinching my sac. ‘My, my, my, your lovely balls are getting red.’ ‘no,’, says. It felt as though the nibbling hair-lined mouth would pull his tongue out by the roots, devouring it alive. Her heels pushed down against his back pressing his body into the flesh trap until he couldn't breath, his nose was smashed tightly against the tiny hard clitoris above, breathing in the pungent odor of the lust juice that was now flowing in abundance from it. It incited his penis to a hardness that he could no longer control--he had to fuck this little bitch now or he would explode all. I didn't know whether to cry or giggle with happiness. I was soconfused, that I just stood there looking at myself, with this feelinginside that made me happy about how I looked and was dressed. It made mefeel so confused.The thing was I knew I couldn't tell mom how I really felt. I mean howcould you tell your mom that you liked being dressed up like this, orthat you loved the frilly outfit you were wearing. I knew mom would neverunderstand that. Especially seeing it was supposed to be a.