- - - Once she had stopped any more pee from escaping her cherry red muff, she removed both of her hands and stood up, walking down the steps of her ...eck and stood in the middle of her yard and determining where to wee next. Her green-hazel colored eyes glanced around and finding nothing suitable, she squatted down where she stood and spreading her nether-lips with her hand once more, she resumed her toilet. Her honey colored urine shot out from her body again down onto the green grass and she. She is petite[5'2"], but in a round way. She has ample, perky tits, that are firm, not floppy. She refers to her "jelly ass", which I can never wait to dig into. It is white, in contrast to the rest of her, with a hint of the texture of cottage cheese, with lots of soft lumps. Her skin and hair both smell so good that it drives me nuts. I will make a big deal about inhaling her fragrance and she'll coo, "Do I smell good enough to eat?" Speaking of that, the aroma that wafts from her. "Maybe it'll sober him up," Roberta agreed.Maybe it would have, too--if Roberta hadn't kept feeding him wine. At some point in the evening, Amy appeared in a nightie with panties and little else. Les wasn't able to decide if he should be outraged, or if he should just leer.Amy thoroughly enjoyed her effect on him. Despite the wine, there was an unyielding bulge in his pants, and she did all she could to encourage it, giving Les ever longer flashes of bare tit and silhouetting herself for his. She looked up at her own right arm, stretched out above her. She was on a rack, nearly upright, and spread eagle. The worn leather straps, and there were many of them, were not buckled, rather each one went around part of her body and into a slot in the thick wooden rack?behind, a wedge kept it in place; Mistress had tapped each wedge in with a wooden mallet. They were very tight. Fours straps on her arm alone held her, wrist, forearm, upper arm near the elbow, and one near her shoulder. .