Her body was devoid of all hair, except the auburn colored shoulder length tresses which clumped in a tangled swirl, drenched in her sweat. Harsh brig...t lights bathed her body, showing the angry red welts that decorated her freely. (Some of the welts were bleeding, as the two women had put down their floggers and were now using rattan canes). Her bindings were stressed as she strained to escape the terrible pain. But they held. Held her tight. Her efforts to avoid the lashes futile, but her. The carpet felt prickly under her knees and smelt like it hadn't been vacuumed in decades. Raising her rear, she felt the hook ends of the rods brushing her buttocks. "That's good. Now hold still."Bunching the rods together with one hand, while the other parted her buttocks, Kristian asked her to lift her bum up further. "Push against the hooks for me, that's right." The rods began to flex and one by one, he guided the hooks into her anus."Do you... Ow... Have to poke them in so deep?" Despite. All of the emotion from the events of this eveningsuddenly flooded over me as I felt my own impending release."That's right, fuck that cock," I said out loud, egging myself on."Stroke your dick while you fuck yourself in the ass." I impaled myselfon the dildo one last time, leaving it buried balls-deep in my ass.I let go of the dildo and cupped my left hand under the head of my cock tocatch the load. I came so hard my legs started shaking. Spurt afterspurt of my hot cum flooded my palm. My. Neanderthal. He talked about himself, his training regime, how much he could bench press, about a fight he had recently had on a building site, his American car, how fast it went. As the meal went on I noticed a pattern developing. Every time that someone else started a conversation, particularly Chrissy, Dean would take over the conversation, turn it into something about him, and once I noticed it, it really started to grate on my nerves. In the interests of peace I did not react. Finally we.