Her cum was all over her hand. Shelly smiled too. She raised the hand to her lips and opened her mouth. For whatever reason she eased the cum soaked f...ngers into her mouth and licked them off. With that she wiped off her saliva and cum soaked fingers on her pajama bottoms, smiling as she did. Still she could feel it. She could still feel cum oozing out and down out of her pussy into her underwear and pajama bottoms too. But Shelly no longer cared. He knelt there, over her, and he smiled at her. Brandon was one of those straight b*o types who seemed to always blare his crappy music when I was studying. He was also kinda cute, and I loved looking at him in his boxers as he climbed out of bed each morning. I never saw Brandon without his boxers, but I sometimes jerked myself to sleep, imagining his cock carelessly slipping through the unbuttoned fly as he pulled aside his sheets. Peering at Brandon's bare shoulders peeking out from under his covers, I would reach for my crotch. Slowly,. The wide stone hallway has many doors, and the gorgeous dominatrix opens the third one on the left. Inside, they stand along the nearest wall; a royally dressed man is standing near the far wall, instructing a torturer between the cries of the young female victim. The young blonde woman is hanging in the middle of the room, her back to the door and the guests. Her hands are chained above her head, and her ankles are attached to iron rings in the floor, leaving her stretched and spread. "Ah, Nazi porn! I approve" she said. Her accent was not Irish and U guessed she was German or Swiss. "I am The Countess" said the blond, standing in front of U. "I'm Urslut" U replied. She had no sooner spoken when The Countess struck her hard across her breasts. "You will speak when spoken to!" The Countess said in a calm but superior voice. The Countess undid her coat and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing a black basque and thigh high boots. She placed her hands on U's breasts.