I was breathless. She moved us from the door a little further along the wall, never taking her eyes off of me. When she was satisfied she kissed my ne...k. I moved to accept her. Fluid desire rushed from me. She moved her hands to my shoulders, arms and my hands as she continued to kiss my neck. My forehead. My lips, chin, and chest as she cupped my breast through my cotton shirt. I looked down. With trembling finders she quickly unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off my shoulder. As I leaned up. " And it's quite long." And it's quite thick, too." But not too thick." No, not too thick. And it's warm."They started to slide their hands up and down my shaft."And it moves nicely." I wonder what it tastes like." Oh, do we get to eat it, too?"They looked at each other and giggled.Heather pushed her hair behind her ear with a gesture just like her mother's and bent over my cock. She licked her lips then closed them over the tip. Her tongue circled round and round sending shivers up my spine.. "So you realize of course that it will be reflected in severity of the pussy and titty whipping you're about to receive?" he asked, obviously pleased at the prospect."I sure do!" Amanda happily agreed as she handed him the strap."Okay. You have to keep your titties and pussy available for my whipping, no matter how much I hurt you. I not gonna bind you, so you have to do it by willpower alone. You can't close your legs, or cover your pussy or titties with your hands, or move out of reach. But,. ?Nein. Hier bist du im Real Life! Du bist hier mitten in Afrika, in einem Verh?r-Zentrum mitten in der W?ste, meilenweit von jeder gr??eren Ortschaft entfernt. Der Stuhl ist fest im Boden verschraubt, und die Fesseln, die haben schon hunderte wie dich festgehalten. Nein. Tu dir selber einen Gefallen: Vergiss‘ die James-Bond-Sachen besser gleich! Hier ist entweder beim elektrischen Zaun oder bei den Wachposten Endstation f?r dich!?Sie f?hrt mit ihrem Zeigefinger meinen K?rper ab. Vom meinem.