I feel her one hand reach down to my butt, and squeeze. I moved to be on top, taking my shirt off. Ashley rubs her hands down my fit chest, reaching m... abs, and smiling very big. We kiss more, my hands on her head, hers on my back again. The sound of the ice bag plopping the floor, and feel of her feet rubbing up my on my hips; let me know that things were getting hot. In all the hot kissing, I felt her hands reach into my pants, tugging at my manhood. We flipped positions, Ashley laying on top. She said she wanted to get away from Misty for a few minutes. We left the house. I was amused that Susan hadn’t bothered to put her clothes back on, even though the shirt covered down to mid-thigh. I asked her if she wanted to put her clothes back on. She said that she felt OK and she had put her panties back on in the bathroom after she had peed. We walked through the grass to the edge of the woods and I said we had better go around the steep hill down to the path. Susan said that she wouldn’t. I wore G-string thong panties underneath, and decided not to wear a bra, which would show off my large, natural boobs a little better.When I arrived for the meeting, Dana was stepping out of an office, while pushing one of her breasts back into the top of her blouse and straightening the bottom of her skirt. There was only one office door connected to the reception area, so I assumed the office she had just left belonged to Lance. Dana smiled at me, welcomed me, then sat at her desk and used. She has no idea when they will return, but she knows that when they do it will not be to release her, but only to take their pleasure by using her however they wish.Part of her desperately wants them to return, another part does not. Part of her wants this delicious pain to go on forever. She wishes that she could better see her body; see it being stretched; see the compression of the skin from the clamps; touch the taught skin of her breasts; see the shape made by her bound body. However.