We walked into the store dressed in identical outfits, from our blondewigs down to our red-hot fuck-me pumps. Stockings, micro skirts (minewas bulging...slightly from a chastity cage, holding my starved-for-attention dickie), corsets (not too tight, we needed room forexpansion), breasts (mine are bigger!), and, exchanging a nod with thestore owner, proceeded, ogled and groped, through a small crowd of hornyguys that to the roped-off back of the store to "our" booth. Putting thebag with equipment. Me: le le meri jaan mauka he to haath se kyu jaane de.Bhabi: nnnaaahhii ahhhh maaa me pagal hoo jayungiii ab nahi sehan hota mene unki ek taang uthayi or peticot ka naara khol diya peticoat loose hone ki wajah se apne aap niche gir gaya or ab bhabi sirf penty me thi or me unhe kiss karta hua neche aaya or unki penty ke oopppeer se hi kiss karne laga unki penty me se unki chut ki khusboo aa rahi thi fhir mene unhe Peeche ghumaya or unki neck se kiss karta hua neche unki gaand pe pahuncha or kiss. ?Christine barely slept that night. And it wasn’t because she lay naked on the floor, collared and chained to the bedpost, hands cuffed behind her back. She was accustomed to this. Lying there, in the silent darkness of the bedroom, she lived through her tonight’s tortures over and over again. She felt herself more naked than ever in her life. Maybe it was because of her bald head, which felt even the slightest movement of cool air above the floor. Christine couldn’t imagine herself going out. Prince Joffrey kissed her aggressively, showing no skill or experience, only a primal lust. Sansa's hands lift to his narrow, weak shoulders and she mumbles to him, her mind swimming with a combination of wine and lust, "M-my Prince, you mustn't!"A strong hand surrounds her young breast, crushing her beautiful blue silken dress into the supple flesh of her breast, eliciting a mewling moan into her assailant's mouth as he tugged at her nipple through her layers. Lifting his sneering mouth from.