You may attempt to pleasure yourself however you wish, but you are only allowed the use of your index finger. That's right, slut, rub your spit all ov...er your dick; smear it around with your finger. Try desperately to get as much pleasure out of that finger as possible; rub up and down the shaft, swirl it around the head, touch underneath the tip, massage the base of your penis. But it's not enough. Of course it isn't. You're an insatiable slut, and one finger isn't enough to get you off like. . .worse!" Sherla managed.Nodding, Irene unlaced the front of Sherla's pantaloons, andthen, grabbing the two sides of the garment, tore then down thecenter seam leaving Sherla nude from her knees to her head. "Well, if you think that *I* am going to deal with this allnight, you are terribly mistaken." she said with a laugh. "Youare left handed, are you not?"Sherla nodded and then was stunned when Irene reached up andunfastened the cuff on her left wrist. With a firm yet gentlegrip, she pulled. Meri chut pehle se se hi geeli thi.Lekin uska haath lagte hi garmi aur bad gayi. Usne meri panty utaari aur meri chut mein jeebh maarne lga. Mujhe bada maza aa raha tha. Fir usne meri chut mein apni ungli daali aur hilaane laga aur sath mein mere nipples choosne laga.Main chudne ke liye marr rahi thi lekin woh mujhe tadpa raha tha aur mujhe aur garam kiye ja raha tha. Usne kurta paijama pehna hua tha. Usne kurta to nahi utaara lekin paijama utaar diya. Mujhe uska lund dikh nahi raha tha kyuki. Fay pulled herself from Jack, she looked wistful now, the look of upset had gone. Jack was relieved and he smiled quizzically at Fay, she looked up at Jack and smiled back weakly. ‘Let me get you a drink, something stronger than this. A vodka and ice isn’t it?’ asked Jack. Fay smiled at Jack attentiveness, they sat in the lounge as Jack listened and Fay gave a blow by blow account of the last two months of her life. Fay had gone to Spain to get away, her line manager had granted her request of.