But he’d never elaborate.I couldn’t figure out why if he was afraid and I knew he was afraid, why I wasn’t satisfied yet. I surely had many orga...ms – both in the panties before seeing him, and over the course of the six days prior. I’d cum while watching him, cum while hearing him scream in pain, cum while seeing him take the needle or the cock.This time, he was in a rubber straitjacket. I saved that for the last day, and made sure it was painfully tight. I added chains around his body just for. The diner couldn’t be referred to as “family friendly” because there was a distinguishable code. Those that were from too far outside their bounds found no welcome, no business, and no contentment there. A regular would never bring a child to Last Chance. The conversation was often too ribald for that. It didn’t matter if it was 3:00 p.m. or 3:00 a.m., conversation might turn to adult topics.One famous night, an unfortunate streetwalker had been so offended by the discussion of female. ‘As to the why. Jess Coleman at the gallery asked me to sit in for her tomorrow. I’d said I would before I knew Louise was coming, and I didn’t want to wriggle out because Jess has three of my pictures on display.’ Sally grinned at her friend and winked. ‘I’ve persuaded Louise you’re house-trained.’ ‘Sally took me to the gallery and showed me around, and her pictures are good, even I can see that, but the art thing isn’t me,’ said Louise. ‘I certainly don’t mind spending the day with you, Sam.’. This wasn’t about love or affection His agenda was pure sex. This was about fucking, writhing, pounding unabashed a****listic sex. On the drive back home I realised that my pussy was tingling and could feel the discomfort of wetness seeping onto the thin strip of material of my lacy thong. Once home I went straight to her bedroom and began to stroke my pussy gently. As the tingling sensations increased I began to slide a finger into my lubricated slot. The finger thrust inside slowly at first,.