No one else was around.He smiled when he saw her, like he always did, but she was slow to get her words out and the smile became quizzical."I did read...the stories. They really were, ah, nicely written."She didn't know quite what to say. Certainly not that she was always horny and couldn't get enough stories, that sex seemed different to her now and she desired things she'd never thought about before. She did want him to know, but didn't know how to start the conversation. It had been hard. He felt her cunt muscles flex and tug his cock. He felt his nipples, hard and excited, as they pressed into the soft but firm mounds of her excited tits. “Oh, God!” he cried. He clutched her head with the sides of his arms and gobbled up her mouth, his tongue slashing hers as he ground his cock around in the depths of her furnace-like pussy. His prick was ready to burst, and he fought to prevent it. His jaw muscles tightened, his breath trapped in his expanded lungs. He quivered from head to. Taking care not to let and of the ice drip onto you I hold them over your nipples, letting a drop from each fall onto the hard buds. You shiver as the first drop hits you moaning at the second. I touch the cubes to each breast and slowly start circling your breasts, working in ever decreasing circles towards your nipples. Feeling you shiver and moan louder as the ice numbs your sensitive nipples and the vibe and plug keep you excited but unable to cum. I carry on with the ice on your. My man fitted bars over the glass areas of all the downstairs windows The bars were courtesy of Jasper’s junk yard. They were bolted through the walls with huge ugly washers on the inside. When I painted the bolts and the huge ugly washer black, they would fit nicely with the Dungeon decor. I could always call it Tasha’s dungeon and appeal to the S&M crowd when it was not booked as a safe house.I bought enough camp style beds for ten men, and moveable partitions for each space. I bought and had.