What a slut!Unable to hold himself back, Terry pushed her down backwards onto a mattress and climbed aboard. She fell back, legs spread invitingly. He...fumbled at his zipper until his cock hung free. It was hard and ready for action. Cumslut gasped as he fell onto her and jammed it into all the way into her cunt with one powerful surge of his hips.Almost immediately, she began to pump against him, trying to suck it in even further.Stacy felt the orgasm hit just as the black guy came. The feel of. Time evaporated, the dance becoming a dream in slow motion with visions of ecstasy on the horizon.As the last note was fading, she again ran her nails down my arm. "Tell me your name." Richie." I'm Cleo."After some applause for the well-played song, the band launched into the more raucous "Tumblin Dice", a Rolling Stones hit about a gambler losing his bets after being conned by women. Cleo immediately changed gears, rocking and gyrating her hips in pulsating motions that had me salivating with. I woke up with a jolt, my limbs tense. I couldn’t see anything. I couldn’t hear anything. My gasp of exclamation halted from my lips by the all so familiar feeling of a ball gag. I went to investigate with my hands, but I was bound, my hands and feet to the bed post, my legs spread open. I was stripped naked of my playboy outfit. I struggled as I lay on my back. What was going on? I couldn’t help it. I fought; my hands digging into the well tied ropes. My back arched and my legs kicked. But to. Then she proceeded to pull a sleeve over my hands andslowly but surely started to lace me into it. I heard herwhisper in my ear: "This is an arm binder my dear Greta, and youwon't get out of it for quite a while." She pushed her tonguelightly in my ear. "You belong to ME now, forever." I was quickly bound and gagged. Then she pulled me up to myfeet and pushed me face down on the bed where she quicklychained my feet to the bedposts. Once again she whispered in myear. "Now I am going to.