She felt she was closer to her inner self than I was. So although we had engaged in a practice that was outside her experience and she probably wouldn...'t tell her best friend about, ever, she was taking responsibility for allowing it, even though it had been my idea to put my tongue between her buttocks in a way that was clearly, obviously weird and went against everything British people were taught about decency and hygiene, reducing so-called intelligent human beings to unthinking primitives. ?Let me get this stowed on the boat and then we?ll get you comfortable for the drive out to the lake.? With that, Stephen zipped-up her bag and carried it out of the room. Gina writhed a bit on her bonds, testing their effectiveness. As usual, her husband did a remarkable job of making her helpless. There was no slack in any of the ropes and the gag was buckled solidly over her mouth. . .it was a delicious feeling. The more the blonde squirmed the hornier she got. She closed her eyes. I relaxed my muscles to allow full penetration. I should stop here and let the readers know that I have great muscle control, making my ass so tight you can barely get a finger in, or so loose that you can drive a small car into it. I can also pulse the muscles to milk a cock and get every drop of cum from it. Sometimes that results in the guy getting hard again and having another round.Well, that's what happened this time. I tried different muscle techniques to see what he responded to and. Ricky was no longer being attentive the way he was when they first got there. ‘You were really something,’ Ricky told her while he was making the bed. Dianna felt her cheeks grow hot and continued to dress while Ricky made the bed. She finished getting dressed before he finished with the bed and stood there, watching him work, feeling uncomfortable. The longer she was in Matt’s room, the more uneasy she felt. Why did she feel as if she’d somehow done something wrong to Matt? Matt wasn’t.