He began ramming into me harder and harder. Oh, was I going to cum… He was hitting my g spot and I knew I could not hold on much longer whatsoever. ...y hands were still tied behind my back, and I was practically immobile as he chose the fate that I would have.“Sir, may I please cum for you?” I begged of him. That would give me the release I so desperately needed. I felt so afraid that I would cum on him before being permitted to, but yet with each thrust I felt such a wave of joy.“No, bitch. You. Rhonda was no stranger to black cock, pleasantries aside she knew she had to go elsewhere to sate her lusts.We arrived and were naked soon enough, although she didn't feel comfortable with exposing her stomach, fine, I agreed to work around it. It was one of those occassions where I didn't use oral as foreplay, Rhonda laid on her back to take my 9.5" cock in her hands, stroke its length and admire it before I sheathed it in a condom to tease her outer pussy lips open. Once they flopped open. She put both hands inside the mask, stretching the hole in the back ofthe neck real wide. Liz held the mask and chest over head and slowlylowered it. As more and more of it fell into place over her head theAsians face distorted as her hands crawled under her skin to try andmake sure everything smoothly slid into place. Through Liz' eyes underthe distorted Mask she could see the empty skin of the breasts match upwith her own. As soon as they were in position her breasts expanded allof a sudden. The idea of escape once again battled with the knowledge that there was nowhere to escape TO, much less any way for her to remove the GPS armband, handcuffs or leg irons she wore. Even if by some miracle her restraints fell off her, she would be a branded slave with nowhere to hide.So Rebecca pretended to be resigned to her fate. The auction itself had been horrible to endure. Almost as bad as the branding, even if that horrendous ordeal had been over quickly.Being on a pedestal, on display for.