She moaned again. “Oh, Brad, this feels so good,” she moaned as I passed over her clit again. Seeing the pleasure she was getting, I decided to go...down on her. As I started to go down her body, gently kissing her as I went, she stopped me. “Don’t bother,” she said. “I just want to fuck. No, I need to fuck. I need you inside of me, Brad.” She pulled me up till we we’re even and kissed me once more. She then reached down and guided my dick into her flaming pussy. We both moaned with pleasure as. “So I discovered what works for me but I wanted to play with it too. I started to do things like wear a demi cut bra that left my nipples exposed and although I would wear thick shirts over it I would wonder how many people in the audience could see my hardened nipples. Other times I would wear something like a bustier or a teddy under my clothes and wonder what people would think of me in those outfits on stage.”Every time she spoke of an outfit my cock would throb and swell. She would respond. "Well that's quite all right, it does tend to happen" she said calmly. "But it gets really swollen and my foreskin dosnt move back when I get hard" I said sadly. "Hmmm, well you know not all foreskins naturally pull down when guys get boners.... hmmmm not too sure if that's a bad thing though" "Well, I could do it manually but.. I wanted to know if that's all right" "Should be, as long as it goes back" she said lauging "I'm nervous about the size too, I'm not sure if its big enough" "Well, its. Scarlett was laying on a mattress, a few dirty blankets strewn across it. She was completely naked and something was wrapped around one of her ankles, a metal brace with a heavy chain attached to it. She fumbled around in the darkness only to realize her hands were bound together with rope and duct tape. She pulled on the chain around her ankle and heard the metal clink; it was securely attached to one of the walls. At this point the panic truly hit her. She had been kidnapped and locked in a.