“Hannah, my wrists are still red from where you cuffed me up yesterday.” “That’s only because you tried to struggle,” she purred, “just a...cept that there’s no way out without my keys and you’ll be fine.” “And maybe don’t lock them as tightly?” “But you weren’t able to escape were you?” “Well, no…” “So I must have done it right.” she giggled. Hannah found herself getting more and more confident. This was partly as a result of becoming familiar with the restraints, but also because chaining. I jumped. You didn’t stop. You slowly fucked me with your fingers, never once letting up on my clit. It built up and built up so much that I could not take it. I leaned forward and grabbed your neck – biting into it so I would not scream. You kept up your slow and steady pace – building up my orgasm. I could not take it. It was right there – I was going to cum and nothing was going to stop me. I crashed over the edge, shaking and moaning and whimpering. It would not stop – you did not stop.. I proceeded to do the same thing for my husband. I tried using some of her styles and mixing in what I knew my husband liked. Twisting my hand and sliding my wet lips on his shaft seemed to have a significant effect on him. Amazingly, both men shot their loads within seconds of each other. We continued and sucked both men dry before too long, not letting a drop go to waste.She looked at me and licked her lips. She had a lustful look in her eyes as she trailed them down my body. I instinctively. There was a small double bed, a wash-stand and beneath the window was a balloon-backed easy chair. But pride of place in this inner sanctum was the lecherous old Earl’s collection of framed erotic etchings. Lord Chesley clearly enjoyed depictions of the naked female form in all manner of sexual encounters.“So, was he famed for his sexual prowess?” Mark asked his guide.She gave a dismissive sniff. “Notorious would be a better word.”“None of that’s in the brochure I was given downstairs.”“Siring.