After all, turning her into a slave toilet was a messy business. Based on that shit-blood trickle, with the butt-fucking I had given her yesterday, t...e needles, and the 24 hours of intermittent electricity, her rectum was a bit stressed. I unclipped the electrodes from her nipples and cunt lips, and pulled the needles from her breasts. She had mild chemical burns on her lips, her labia, and every bit of skin on her breasts where I had applied the pepper sauce. The whip marks on her breasts,. I moaned aloud. “Do you like that?” He asked smiling, watching my reaction. “Hell Yea! Your hands are amazing.” I replied breathing heavily. “Then you’ll really like this.” He replied repositioning himself. He slowly pulled my shorts off, and fingered me for a few more minutes before replacing his hands with his mouth. For a minute I was I wouldn’t catch my breath. His tongue was more amazing than his hands. I began moaning louder as he plunged his tongue into me. It didn’t take long before. All I knew was I was young and was dying to have someone touch my cock, anyone. So horny, all day everyday. With the rumors of him giving “massages” where he touches your cock filling my thoughts. I planned out trying to go, without anyone seeing me. I rode my bike at dusk to the edge of his street, hid my bike and waited to make sure no one was around. I quickly went inside. The shop smelt strange but wonderful and my excitement grew. The man behind the counter, smiled and said hello, I. ”I looked at Aryn and feared that he was feeling left out so I said, “Maybe Aryn should tell you the story, but I will just say that I’d rather give an American or an Englishman cop a blowjob.”Aryn took over from me and told the rest of the story. We were all getting along great, all telling each other stories, although Mandy’s, Abigail’s and mine were mainly about us being naked in places that most women wouldn’t dream of.As the stories went on I realised that my right hand was on my pussy and.
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