He smoothly and slowly pulled the straps of my top away from my shoulders and shimmied my top down to my waist. I wanted to respond to his touch, tell... him how turned on I was. But I couldn’t lose face, couldn’t let him know how much power he had over me at that moment. He ran his the tips of his fingers across the top of my breasts, just above the line of my bra, I shuddered at his touch. He noticed and smiled. Shit. Keep it together Nic. He kissed my chest softly and started to slide his. The thing that stood out about Misty was that no matter what she was wearing you could always see her erect young nipples poking through her tops which I couldn’t stop staring at. At times I would feel like a pervert but it’s hard to not look at a beautiful young girl when her nipples pop out like she lives in the arctic.Mandy was more of an athlete and had played volleyball most of her young life. She was 5’5” and had those volleyball strong legs and had a rock hard ass just like her mothers.. She was really tight. Her dad continued to work it in, backing out almost fully and going back in to where he was. It got easier as her vagina dilated. He worked it in a little further. He was in about three or four inches and continuing to thrust and expand her vagina. It was staying noticeably tight, all the way in. He could feel the pressure all around his shaft. He got about five inches in and settled down to a comfortable rhythm at that distance. It just felt so damn good. Occasionally he. There are no windows, but chains and hooks hang from the ceiling, and strange looking benches and tables strike fear into the slave's heart. Her breathing quickens as she tries to imagine what will happen here, her naked body trembling. Master: Put out your hands, slave. She holds her arms out in front, not daring to meet the Master's eyes as he binds each wrist with a braided cord. Master: Now, reach up. She does, and he ties each of the cords around her wrists to hooks making her stretch up.