I try in desperation to shake the red stiletto heels off my contorted feet, the heels that are taking up a precious 5 1/4 inches of space in my crampe... little world while her beautiful feet don't even notice the soft gentle touch of the expensive sheet. My jaws and lips ache as they try in vain to close around a thick hard leather bit while her soft lips are parted naturally as her body regains its strength. My face is pressed against the cold, hard, drool covered plastic of my kennel as her. His member was confident. Ifthey were willing, why not do it and be done? Show himself to be a man,maybe give these girls enough pleasure as to get the others jealous orimpressed by his manliness. Yes he would do it this once, regain somehonour and then move on quickly out the doors and back home.So loud and confidently he agreed and was rewarded with some raisedeyebrows amongst the throng though disturbingly occasional cheeky smirksand turning away from him. He didn't have time to contemplate. Now my nerves really kick in again and my heart is pounding away as Melanie takes hold of the door knob and hesitates."Shall I?" she asks. We stand still and listen to silence, every sense in our bodies is on full alert for horrors that clearly aren't here. But what's behind those doors? We've no idea. Once more my imagination conjures up images of ghostly lunatics rushing forth to envelop us. "The beauty always gets it in horror movies," says Hazel."Oh thanks very much," replies Melanie.. As I turned my attentions to cleaning my crotch, I was surprised to find it was feeling a little tender and sore. Strange, I didn’t remember anything that rough. My nipples were also very tender and were still jutting hard from my huge breasts and, what? What was this? I had a bruise on my left breast? I pawed at it to be able to see it better. I studied it. I knew that he had slapped and handled them roughly, but I didn’t think it was that rough. In fact, it really felt good at the.