He then stuck his tongue into my sopping-wet pussy, and drilled it like a jackhammer. He then pulled his tongue out and flicked it repeatedly across m...y clit, while inserting his finger and hooking it to find my G-spot. When I went off, I squirted. I'd never done that before; I'd heard it was possible, and now I know it to be a fact. I started screaming, "AYEEEE!" and passed out. My arms dropped, and my blouse fell off. John must have picked my clothes up, folded them, and put them in the. Residents." Leanne could see her usual charm wasn't having much luck here, but she decided to persevere. "You know, chat to them. Keep them company. That kind of thing. And, well, I guess I'm here to offer my... services."Leanne waited patiently as the receptionist remained frozen in position before eventually, with great effort, reaching two inches to the side to grab a small book."You'll need to sign in." She stated impassively.Leanne was determined not to let this grumpy old woman bring her. One table was entirely dedicated to vibrators and another to different types of restraints. There were costumes and jewelry and books. I knew I wasn't going to have enough time to see everything. Behind the tables, taking up the rest of the vast room, were rows upon rows of BDSM equipment, much of which looked custom-made. Padded sawhorses, for bending someone over. Big wooden X's for tying someone splayed and upright. Benches with kneeling pads. Restraints that looked like stockades. Next to. He loved that bobbing head of hers. Then she was looking at him again, very intently. "Babe, why'd you stop?" he asked her."I bet you are wondering why you are cuffed to the bed, don't you, hunk of mine?" Laura asked as she massaged his muscular body."Yeah, well, it probably is because you want to have some more fun with me." Jan said with a grin. She grinned back. "Among other things." Laura slid closer to his body, then she lifted herself up, one hand firmly holding her boyfriend's cock. Jan.