"How can someone give their consent to be... to be fucking branded, by someone they've never even met before?" she calls out angrily. With M stepping ...ack now, she turns her attention to Watson, beginning carefully untying her restraints - slipping her hands out from the rope and supporting the taller woman as she comes down. "And not only do you try to pawn her off to someone she's never met, you are trying to force her to be the permanently marked sub... of a woman who is not a domme, who's. But it’s not all bad, she also feels a rush of heat in her crotch while his eyes sweep over her and she can feel her blushing going to a deeper shade of red.The man doesn’t say a word. His looks do make her a little nervous with not knowing what he is thinking. He clearly has an interest in her. He has done fucked her three times today, totally contradicting his relationship with his fiancé. But of course she doesn’t know what their sex life is like. For all she knows, they hump like rabbits. It must be used to put on plays during the warmer days of spring and summer. I was greeted by a gentleman in a summer suit and a somber manner. He shook my hand with his left hand. His right hand had been lost somehow. He introduced himself as John Jennings, and I reminded him of my name, Bill High. I didn't find it too strange that he was one-handed. In farm country you see many with such losses.He was gracious enough to take me to my hotel in the little electric car that seemed to represent. He felt Bonnie take him in hand and watched her face as she lined up his cock with Lana's virgin entrance. Lana began pushing back, gently at first, but when she couldn't overcome the resistance of her hymen, with more force. Finally, in frustration she shoved back hard, forcing herself onto him.Lana shrieked when she felt her hymen tear, Jake popping into her canal an inch or so. It hurt horribly and she fought the urge to jump off. Bonnie helped, whispering that the worst was over in her ear..