She walked around behind him and used asteel shackle taken off the wall to lock his feet together. Back infront of him she ran her fingers through hi... hair and gently lifted hischin, indicating that he should kneel erect again."Take my leather panties off darling - there is a clip on each side torelease them."His hands were shaking as he unclipped them and put them on the floornext to her boots.She put one hand behind his head and pulled him forwards, guiding hismouth to her and gasping as he. "Yet you have also all indicated that you would instead prefer this man Bill to personally penetrate your bodies with his penis: to puncture you, to thrust rudely into the depths of your vagina and spew his semen into your innards. Correct?" The others all nodded."And you have agreed that my price for allowing and ordering Bill to accommodate you in this fashion is to allow him to perform on you this same act of violence and domination and humiliation..." The four women all smiled, and Molly. Also: I can’t write the follow up, because the ending is the only part of the story that wasn’t true. And I kind of like to stick to true stories. Like that one time at the empty dormitories.This is ages ago. We were young (but let's say we were legal), drunk and horny. My friend who’s dad owns a private school took three girls (let’s call them Trish, Kate and Mel) and me to the empty school building during the summer. The five of us were all in the same class, in an art school and both my mate. I found that I could multitask quite nicely if the two tasks were fucking and talking, so we concentrated on them.“It just doesn’t seem right,” I told her, for me to be balls deep in your pretty little tight pussy without even knowing your name. What should I call you?”“My name doesn’t really matter. Is it important to you for me to have a name?”“Yes, otherwise, this is only assisted masturbation and I want it to be more.”“Ok, then why not call me Alice?”“No, Alice is a perfectly good name, but.