It is your own bondage that is holding you helpless. All you have to do is let go and you will be free. But isn’t this a type of freedom in itself. ...o give over the control of what happens, free to feel all the erotic passion flowing through you. Not responsible for your pleasure or mine. Surrendering all control over to me so all you have to do is feel. No thinking, only feeling, pure sensuous feeling. Even though you are bound it is your own mind that binds you now. It is the freedom to. I ran to my room and threw myself on my bed in tears because my strip was so boring that Melissa had fallen asleep. I couldn't do anything.Once I calmed down I tried to seep but couldn't and I knew why. I was still too horny and I knew what had to do. I started the long road to orgasm by playing with my breast and then ran my right handed down to my pussy while my left remained up near my breast. I began rubbing on my pussy and worked my way out towards that area between my thighs and my pussy.. The dreams and memories and confusion were foggy at best, but seeing my breasts, my nipples swollen and dark and freshly pierced with gleaming white bone rings, brought some of it back. The hut or lodge, or whatever it had been, and the old medicine man piercing me. They were smaller than I remembered, more delicate seeming, and it was hard to believe they were formed of bone and not something like white gold made dull with passing years.And below them was another piercing, one that took me. His large cock was fully exposed and he was ready for action.[i]Another one! And he wants to mate too! Violet was truly puzzled about how Dawn and Aurora could get the beasts so kindled. The female cornusaurus were not in heat yet, and at this moment, they were not even around.Aurora was now resting on the grass, catching her breath. The cornusaurus's cock was dangling above her crotch, smeared with sperm, slowly shrinking back into the beast's body.Aurora stood up while her spent lover calmly.