The queen was becoming less a queen and more a woman, a woman going into heat. She purred as he nuzzled her soft spots he could reach.He whispered, th...ough he had no real need to, “Your skin is softer than anything I’ve ever felt before.”He petted her like he would a kitten. His strokes reached up to her gold bound tits. Through the material he could feel her nipples swell .She arched her back as though offering them to his mouth.“Unhinge those clamps,” she ordered.Getting playful, instead, he. He watched me and any uncertainty previously reflected on his face had evaporated. I smiled at him and my fingers began unbuttoning his short-sleeved shirt. When my finger reached the bottom, they began working on his belt and pants, unzipping his fly, my fingers slipping inside to touch his semi-hard cock.He was responding by prying his shoes off and pulling his unbuttoned shirt from his body. I sank to my knees as I pulled his loosened pants and undershorts down his thighs to expose a nice. “They’ve got Sears catalogs to read. Why should they read our stuff?” Jerry said. His comment was greeted with lots of agreement by others in the class.“You can say that again,” Sid said from the floor.Ms. Woodhill noticed Sid sprawled out on the floor. Bending down to look at him, she asked, “What happened to you?”“Anita. She wore me out,” Sid said. Those long legs of her gave her some leverage and she definitely knew how to use that leverage to her best advantage. Of course, the oxygen. "What the fuck are you going to do about it?" I replied firmly in between slaps. I could tell Joe was really upset and knew it when he forced me back up and led me down to the basement, still by my hair. Once down there he led me to the center of the room, let go of me and went over and moved a chair over next to me. He had me sit down facing the back of the chair and I knew what was coming. He tied my hands together and to the one leg of the chair and then tied my legs apart to the back legs.