With one hand he pulled her nipple hard, stretching her beaten titty out, with the other, he wrapped the thick piece of nylon around it. Squeezing he... firm titty, cutting off blood, making it turn purple and swell. Again, with her other young, firm titty. He continued her torture by binding the remaining rope around her sweet little body. Securing it tightly to the chair. He stepped back to marvel at his work. He stood there for a moment, silently thinking of how to perfect his work. He. “Right my lad, smear yourself with a good blob of that, then do the same with me, inside and out of my bum, and don’t drip it on this bloody bed, I`ve enough to wash on Monday!” careful not to overdo it he did as he was bid, first himself, stiff as a ramrod now, and then around the puckered backside, her buttocks held open by her own hands, her voice a little muffled by the pillow, as she told him to push his finger gently inside and slather some lube about. Gently he did just that, amazed at. .." I moan as Ophelia sits me down and places a mug of hot,sweet tea into my hands. "I don't even know WHY I'm so emotional, Imean, I'm the one who dumped him, not the other way round..." It's only natural to be emotional," Ophelia says softly. "You had highexpectations, and they haven't been reached." Yeah, this is more 'heartbroken' than 'disappointed'," I sigh. "God...I've broken up with guys before, why is this one so different? I mean,we worked out that Simon wasn't 'Prince Charming',. She was trailing her breasts over his face and chest. Each time her nipples passed near enough he tried to grab them with his lips. Maggie enjoyed the game. She really took pleasure in the feeling his lips and teeth generated on her now long, hard nubs as she pulled them out of his grasp. "Is this the pickle game," he inquired? "No, no," came the reply. "The pickle I play with is down here," she giggled. Maggie turned and rested on her side. She now looked down on his semi-erect penis. A nice.