Are these little shivers revealing my anticipation at what may be ahead?I come to realise that once again I am being taught a lesson: patience and how...to listen to the heightened awareness of my desires, needs and sensations.My newly pierced nipples are throbbing now, not too intense, but enough to take my attention to them. I straighten my shoulders and feel the light chain tighten and the little bell ring softly. Amused, I smile softly and arch my back a little, hearing the bell ring once. She looked up. ‘Shut the door and fuck me!’ she moaned. ‘This is not enough! Only you will do it!’ ‘Dinners not ready yet, I suppose’ stammering in shock. I had never seen her like this. ‘Eat me instead!’ she demanded and walked/strutted to the door, slamming it then sitting o the hallway table spreading her pussy lips. ‘Lick me now!’ she demanded. I sank to my knees in front of her and thought ‘Cum baby cum’ as I brushed my fingers across my sweaty brow. I pressed my sweat coated fingers. Ido recall turning my head briefly to get a last look at Tim before heturned the corner. Our paths didn't normally cross after Spanish classwas over.Our first face-to-face encounter left me with a distinct feeling thatthere was something different about Tim; something, for want of a betterword, effeminate. Of course, he looked fairly girlish just from havingthe long hair, but his facial features were pretty soft and his gesturesweren't typically boyish. I guess that's one reason many of the. Then she hooked the chains into the rings of the leather belts. With the chains the woman was limited now in her moves. The hands could only be raised until her hips and she could only make little steps. Attached to the leather collar a chain could be used as a leash. The zombie touched the paralyzed woman with his cold hands on her tits and fondled her pussy. Brigitte couldn't belief how her body reacted to the treatment of the dead old man, her nipples got hard and her pussy wet. Brigitte was.