Her very own body, the thing we are all born with, was used against her and imprisoned her, whenever her hands and legs were tied or her neck collar l...ashed to something, trapping her in her own prison of flesh, and when I did something like whip her or force something massive up her tiny asshole, the experience of her body became hell, but she could only lie there, unable to escape, wondering why her life experience was this way, sobbing, wishing she could be anywhere else. But knowing she. ...i was frozen solid looking over my sister with my hard cock in my hand and her shorts moved to one side, i cringed at the impending doom and shouting that was about to happen. not a single work was spoke as we both look at each other in what i can only describe as shock and utter embaresment. her mouth opened slightly, the same mouth that i had previously wanted my cock to be swallowed by, a small sound came from her and then it started........."WHAT IN THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!"i. Strong, capable fingers grasped and rubbed up and down my straining length. ‘Oooh, my,’ she murmured, ‘we have something really special here! But we mustn’t make a mess.’ Becky pushed the bedcovers back further and lowered her face to my abdomen. And when my sperm boiled from me in excruciating, leaping, pleasure-filled spurts, I finally knew that I really was alive! It was the end of Becky’s shift cycle and I would not see her for several days, probably then only with other people around. So I. She reached out and put her hand on the chair that had its backrest pointed at the room. Taylor turned it around and Michelle looked at it. The chair was identical to the one Taylor sat on, black leather cushioning, but in the center of the seat-cushion there was a pitch-black dildo, held upright by straps that were tightly fastened to the swiveling center of the chair. “Take a seat.”, Taylor said, her voice was almost casual, cold, a very matter-of-fact tone. She did not mention the dildo nor.