She’s my height in her stilettos and my submissive bare feet. We spend a lot of time doing makeup.Cindy is wearing a Cage Set that accentuates her s...newy curves. A provocative black bra with underwire lace cups, multiple spaghetti straps, a hook and eye back closure, a high lace choker with a harness strap, and a high waisted pencil skirt that's an allover cage design made of shiny black satin strips.Christine shows up in a black pea coat. Her hair is straightened and long down her shoulders.. "No. He just stripped me and tied me up and then..." I eyed the pink dripping centre of my sex, making sure his eyes moved there as well. " ... and then he undressed too, and...", I forced a sob into my voice and tried to squeeze out a few tears, " ... and he was holding his ... his cock," I spat the word, " ... just looking at me and stroking it ... and it was so big and so thick..." I sobbed a few more times and drew in a shaky breath. " ... and I couldn't help it. I'm so ashamed. I thought. ' This did not worry Harry at all, because she could not escape. And he was not religious, and neither was the farmer's wife. Although she would be praying for someone to save her from Harry's revenge soon.Of course, Harry would stop feeding the farmer's wife. Never mind, she had some fat reserves. Her skin would undoubtedly start to wobble even more and this thought excited Harry. One of his many hang-ups ... How many did he have, by the way? Being a slave and being subdued had pushed his. Her nose was just a few inches from his meaty fucker, as hard as ever, twitching and bobbing and pulsing with his heart rhythm. 'He must be having a wonderfully sexy dream', she thought. She could smell his muskiness mixed with the aroma of the soap he used in the shower just before he went to bed. She breathed it in, and the heavenly maleness of it made her head spin. She breathed her hot breath on his throbbing cock head just an inch away and watched for any kind of reaction. Nothing...except.