Ellen stepped up on to the pedestal facing the mirror and he sat beside her and let his hand start to go up her leg under her skirt. As his hand inche... higher he told her,"I have managed to persuade quite a few ladies to get on his pedestal before and it is often the same, once I get my hand under their skirts, their resistance starts to fade and most have opened their legs and allowed him to feel their knickers.I bet your wet, I bet your hoping I will put my fingers in your knickers, I know. A blue ribbon was bound around the base of her shecock.Once Whitney was suitably attired, I bound and gagged her on the bed. Sheexpected nothing less and was quite willing to submit.To gag Whitney, I used her tights she had worn to work, covering thesewith some tape. Her hands and feet were tied to the bed with furtheritems; Whitney's own hosiery and some tape and rope that she had stashedaway.I left her bound and gagged on the bed for some time and watched herstruggles and listened to her. Jacques’s culture and sophistication made Karen starry eyed. He, in turn, taught her about sensual pleasure.All in all, Karen’s trip to that Swiss prep school was an extremely educational experience. In that, a forty-five-year-old French master of the art gave her an intensive one-year lesson in everything that she would EVER need to know about sex.Karen slowly turned her head to study my face. She needed to see my reactions. She knew that telling me her story would blow my mind. So, she wanted. .Mo...Mot!" Jen was cumming so hard it gave me tingles up and down my spine. I pulled off my blouse and skirt and lay next to her. Ellis went from her to me. I felt him probing my pussy with his cock, and then it entered me. It felt like nothing I ever felt before. Its head was all over inside of me. He humped me, and I humped back, enjoying his cock to the fullest. He looked down at me and said, "Fuck you, Mary. You got the best tits." When he said that, the surge of finalization entered my.