She melted against me and kissed my neck several times, squeezing me tightly in her arms, her breasts firm against my chest and I thought I could feel...her hard nipples through our clothes. My mind quickly returned to the conversation at the diner and I imagined what it would be like to be with Tasha. The only word which formed in my addled brain was ‘amazing’.I more or less completely short-circuited and lost all track of time. I had no idea if it was seconds, minutes, or even hours later when. He took the end of the braid and tied it to her wrists. It wasn't very tight, but it did keep her hair out of the way.She moaned loudly when Ken removed the clamps, the blood rushing back into her abused nipples. Some of it made thin, red trails down her perfect breasts. He was hard as a rock and knew that Jane was slipping into subspace. Sandy, too, had her lust rising to a fever pitch.Finally, he pulled three whips out of the bag. One was a six-foot single tail. The other two were knotted. "Mmm, your holeis so fucking tight, slave... but we're going to make it nice and wide like alittle whore's should be. Because guess what, slave? I like to share my toyswith my friends. Oh we're going to have so much fun as we fuck your ass andmake you lick our cunts... you're already getting loose..." she took mygag out and I kept on screaming, knowing nobody would hear me but her. My criesof agony seemed to make her horny once more and before I knew it she cameagain. But she didn't stop. There was more to do at work... and as I glanced down the hall in the direction Betsy had went, something outside of it as well.--- My heart raced, threatening to burst through my chest as I looked around the bedroom that was not my own. From the bathroom, I could hear the water running, knowing that it would soon be too late to back out. That I only had a few more seconds before it was too late. However, I grimaced, taking a deep breath, refusing to quit now. Not after all of my planning. It.