Smith looked around and pulled up a stool. He knew just where to put it so that he would remain just at the edge of the shadows.Mr. Smith didn't say a...word to her. When the music started and the curtains opened, he moved to sit on the stool, watching her.She danced. She was drunk and she knew it, but she danced. With all her new-found skills and more, now that her few remaining inhibitions were damped by the alcohol. She was beautiful. The bright lights shining down on her caught the brilliant. ‘Breathe in deep you bitch and I will give some shape to your body’. With that I feel the lace pulling the corset back together. I breath in and find my tummy being pulled in as the lace is pulled tighter and tighter. There is some discomfort but no pain as I feel my insides squeezed upwards against my diaphragm reducing the space available in my chest. Once the lacing is finished I find that I am restricted to short breaths. I hope I can get used to this feeling. Once the buttons on the back. "Juliana ran to the toilets, having to ask twice for directions.Sitting in one of the luxurious stalls she held her head in both hands, listening to her pounding heart. She tried to silence the storm in her skull. She'd been a prisoner all her young life. It was the reason she ran to find freedom – or something close enough that wouldn't scare her.Before even being sure she'd found it, she'd fallen in love and married. Marriage to Alec Austin surely wasn't prison, was it? He was a sweet man.. Josee screamed loudly with tormented ecstasy, her head tossing about as she gasped for air, her body trembling in a violent way as a torrent of her creamy girl cum filled her mother’s mouth to overflowing. Josee’s cum came in waves, washing out of Pam’s mouth and splashing over her face. Josee’s legs had shot up, then closed about her mother’s head. The hot smoothness of Josee’s inner thighs increased the orgasm rumbling through Pam. Feeling her daughter’s cunt starting to calm down, Pam.