I could hear my mom and Lynda talking in the living room. I went straight to the back and took a shower; I was a mess. I finished my shower, out some ...shorts and a t-shirt on and headed to the front room. As soon as Lynda saw me, she did a double take. “This is little Chris?”, she asked, holding one hand over her mouth. “That’s him sister.”, my mom replied. She got up and ran around the sofa and hugged me tightly pressing her body firmly against mine. Both my mother and Lynda were very similar. She never told me what I had done wrong but I knew better than to ask, she grabbed my wrist and dragged me over to her reading chair in the corner. She unlocked the chastity belt forced me to lick my cum off it all including the butt plug, she never made me lick the butt plug before it was disgusting and when she pushed my head onto it I gagged. She took the belt and told me to stand kneeling by her chair.She returned with a realistic looking dildo that could be stuck onto the wall she placed. "What?" Faith replied, not understanding. "ti tsniaga dnats nac ohw eno ylno eht era uoy dna lla su nopu eb noos lliw noitcurtsed fo eve ehT. ydaer eb tsum uoy dna dlrow eht fo reyortsed eht thgif ot uoy rof emit eb noos lliw tI." "I can't understand you," Faith said, frustrated. "I don't know what you mean." "pleh lliw siht ebyaM," he said as he walked over to a large drum that stood in a corner. He picked up a mallet and swung it at the drum, which. Michelle sat rigid in the old German car as it bumped along the uneven hillside road. The car had no air con and Michelle s body was soaking wet, stuck to her blue dress, the humidity over ninety percent. She bit her lip at each gravel bump her nipples aching from the wire bind almost numb by now. Grimbald wiped his brow, his rimmed glasses glinting in the bright afternoon light. He looked over from time to time his eyes tracing down to her slowly rising and falling bosom. He could see the.