. er... forgot to do them up and I was naked when I walked into the house, still am. I kind of like told him I would be inside answering the phone if ...he, you know, wanted anything." You slut! And what's nice? It's that lawnmower man isn't it? Come on spill, what's he doing? Is he fucking you yet, has he got his big cock pounding your cunt yet?" Not yet, but he's got those big hands on my tits."I could hear a kissing sound; it was obviously Jane Morris was kissing this lawnmower man whoever he. His mouth - so precious, because his skin was so soft - was bruised from the various things I had shoved inside. The straitjacket, remarkably, seemed to almost be soaked through in some areas with sweat. He'd been in it for so long, it did not surprise me.As I went through my box of toys, I noticed that he was unable to see around the lid. He could not tell what I was getting. I'm sure he could not guess what the third way would be, because the first two had been so ruthless.*I enjoyed talking. Shit. Nana looked so much like Suzi, yet didn’t, especially now. I mean, even though I liked the bigger tits and overall size of her body, it still just didn’t feel right somehow to think about her as being another Suzi. Her face looked so much like her, but my memories of when I had delivered the real Suzi to Steven was really giving me a bad time. Especially when I realized that I had in fact been the one to enslave Suzi, not Steven.After a while, my troubled thoughts just sort of melted. " She pushed the button on the trimmer a couple of times, making it hum. Then, she pushed on one of her friend's knees and said, "Let's get started."Despite her desire, it took a great surge of willpower to overcome the shame that tried to keep her legs tightly clamped together. Breaking through the barrier, she drew her knees back and out, parting her legs."It's no wonder you've been grumpy," Sarah said - smiling - and turned on the trimmer. "It looks like you had a landing strip. Do you want.