He crushed her to him, sucking in a deep breath. She kissed his neck, a soft kiss, just a brush of her lips, and suddenly his hand tangled in her hair... tilting her head back. His eyes were the color of the midnight sky, wild and mysterious, searching hers. She forgot to breathe, the anticipation stretching the moment into what felt like an hour before he finally kissed her. Her eyes fluttered shut the instant his lips touched hers, then flew open in surprise when he became forceful, nudging. I dont know… I said reluctant. Come on, just wanna compare it, Im curious he asked, he did that so many times that I just gave in and stood up. k, but just look… I lowered my PJs and showed him my little 5 inch dick, already hard, I could swear I saw him biting his upper lip. You are a little….he started. little? as I completed. Well…yeah.. he said, but then he made me another request. Can I…touch it? he asked a little ashamed. Well, I guess…you can… so I just lifted I little my PJs shirt as he. Being a dumb bimbo meant being sexually happy; being sexually happy meant being a dumb bimbo. Her IQ had been declining anyway ever since she'd been moved to the "always aroused" regime. Now there was a pretty, confused, vacant look in her eyes all the time, the look of a fucktoy waiting contentedly for her next raping. And yet always inside some part of the original Laura remained, hating the big-titted decoration she had become, humiliated and degraded by her every action now.Amy helped. I couldn't move very much, tied as I was, but the dildo kept my hips wiggling. But every movement of my hips caused the string to pull on my cage and dildo, which caused me to wiggle my hips even more. L contrives such exquisite torture sometimes. By the time I saw L strutting down the steps with her cock strapped on, I was reduced once again to a quivering mass of sexual tension. L held my face by the chin and looked deep into my eyes. I imagine she saw the love I have for her, I am sure.