Laura said, lifting her hands to make the two fingered rabbit ears. ‘I was so relieved when she married Andre.’ Moments passed. ‘Good women get ...he shit end of the stick!’ She continued, ‘I know Erin is a good girl. She lucked out having an old timer for a lover who could keep it up all night.’ She placed her hand on my upper arm. ‘I sometimes wish I had experienced one or two other cocks – after giving you my cherry first of course, my darling.’ Another moment. ‘But I’m a good girl and too. However, my sadistic side wanted to know just howmuch she disliked it. And, I wanted to know what she thought of my future plans.I do enjoy mental torture. So, I sat her down on my couch and asked her how she enjoyed being my slave.She was incredulous that I would even ask. Then, she recanted how she had notused her arms in over a year and how she had eaten dog food every day for hermeals. She recanted, too, her terrible few hours, hanging from her breasts.She went into detail at the terrible. They said no problem, while they were thinking that they have no idea who she was.They spent the day rubbing girl's pussies under the skirt to get information on her. When they found out she spent her lunch in the library everyday, they went and watched her read. One of the guys was sent to follow her as she went to her locker. When the final bell went the guys went to grab her, but she was the walking down an empty hall, on the way to her tree. As she was walking she heard moaning and. Finally make love to his mother wasmore then enough for Bradley to discard the apparent madness of his owntherapist bringing him to her own home, to undress and reveal a dickleaking in pre-cum. Bradley couldn't manage enough to hide his erectionat the sight.Bradley was silent as his therapist suddenly produced a massive dildofrom her behind, plopping it down on a small stool after cleaning it. Ofcourse, by that point Karen had already lost her self control as sheviolently and rapidly jacked off.