She moaned as she did it and licked and sucked until the crotch of her panties were soaked. She threw them back in the basket and refocused on what sh... would wear tonight. She quickly picked out a black squirt that fit her like spandex and barely covered where her butt cheek meets her thigh. So any kind of bending over, forward or back, would reveal her whore whole to the party. She pulled out a spaghetti strapped shirt to go with it and a pair of slutty 5" heels.She headed over to where she. He is not your property.”“Yet,” purred Pradu. “I will not mar this perfect man.”I swallowed. Hours of torment. Hours. It would be a full day that my brother would have to endure all those items. I swallowed. I didn’t want to be here. I couldn’t watch this torture. It was terrible. I could scarcely believe it.Nephi’s hands landed on my shoulders. She massaged me ever so gently. “Slow breaths, Mistress Lasla. Slow breaths.”I followed her advice as the queen set down. It had begun. The Trial of. I liked to have my genitals trapped and inaccessible, usually under a tight panty girdle. I bought several and would wear 2 or 3 at a time to get the tightness I wanted. After a while I bought a small protective athletic cup and wore it underneath. There was not room for me to get an erection in it and the feeling was exciting. I was not locked in but access was a little time consuming for bathroom needs and required privacy that I also found exciting.At about 16, I got up the nerve to go into. I reached her home without knowing anybody; especially her neighbors according to her plan. She asked me to rush into the house and the moment she saw me, gently pushed me inside the bed room and locked. After few seconds she bolted the main door and rear door and came inside the bed room. After entering the bed room she bolted the room door inside and sat close to me on the big size wooden cot. We were sharing the initial introduction words and suddenly she got laid on my lap. She was little.