Her pleas for an orgasm only earned her more slaps, with no predicting if they would come once again on her heated cunt, her round ass, her breasts, o... her face. She may have not been able to form the words to beg again.I was proved wrong as her tormentor brought out another tool: a Hitachi wand. Jeannie heard the heavy buzz, and then the bulbous head pressed hard against her engorged nub. She shook in her restraints and screamed "Please, please, please, please, please..." Just as suddenly, the. My head was down in thought, trying to work out my feelings and my reaction. I needed to respond to them, the silence was too long. They had taken my comment to heart, that they should be able to say anything and we would talk it out. They had done that and I could now see why it had taken some effort, they had taken a huge step in faith to bring to the surface the detail of their concern for me. Now, it was clear to me what they meant, ‘what will you do?’ It wasn’t just my emotional state or. . intense!" Katie, gasped. "Now fuck my ass, Jake."Jake pulled his cock halfway out of her ass, then slowly pushed back in. Katie moaned. He repeated the motion, thrusting his hips in long, slow strokes. Her ass squeezed his cock, her sphincter stretched and throbbing around him. He could feel her wet pussy against his balls each time he bottomed out. After fucking her slowly for a couple of minutes, Jake picked up the pace. Katie let out little high pitched whimpers each time he thrust into. When she released his lips, she said, “Thank you Matt Brady. Thank you for not having me wear that orange suit here. Thank you for not forcing yourself on me. And most of all, thank you for hearing me out, and giving me an honest chance to explain myself. Lastly, thank you for not trying to put your peter, which I notice is pushing your pants out, in me, when I was exposed.” Matt, red in the face from embarrassment, stammered out, “I could not do that. It would destroy the evidence.” “What are.