” The words hung in the air a few seconds, before sucking the breath from his lungs. “Now drop those pants and get over here.” Her last sentence... was lower in tone but still crystal clear, the words sharp-edged and stern.As if his body was trapped in a cocoon of molasses, he struggled to move. His hands, without conscious thought, struggled at his belt, the muscles weak, limbs heavy, fingers thick and uncooperative. He felt cooler air touch the skin on his legs. He struggled for breath, heard. I've been conditioned to the point where it doesn't take much to make me horny and even the act of putting on my locking collar and wrist/ankle restraints or just slipping into a sexy outfit makes me super horny and excited. The chastity device quickly put a halt to that behavior and it also curbed my flirtatious attitude with others online. Early on in this new situation I felt I was going crazy from what felt like non-stop torture and I can remember calling my boyfriend at work begging him to. " Entertain?" Sue's face was white."You know what I mean," Hammer said. "With a body like yours you could work off your debt in a couple of months." I could never do that," Sue said with a shudder."Then I go to your old man."Tears started to roll down Sue's cheeks. She knew she was beaten. Her Christian upbringing told her she had sinned and must pay for it. But this way? She doubted she could do it.Hammer saw that he was pushing the girl too far too fast. He had to let up the pressure."Tell. So I entered the panties. (and, of course) we were still kissing.And I discovered that cute girl's ass. Which was the silkiest thing I'd ever touched. But. It was *very* constrained. Both by the jeans and by my rather big hands trying to move around.So I'm caressing (kind of, more like crushing, but I'm doing what I can with what little space I have) my girl's amazingly silky bottom with one hand, holding her against me with another. And she's undoing my pants. She went for the front. If that.