My cock grew and wanted more. The feeling overwhelmed me. I left the wooden stake down and ran to the leaving room and grabbed the rope. I tied her ha...nds and the top of her body as best as I could. Her breasts were squeezed from the rope and I saw they were bigger than I thought. Her nipples had a brown red color and were hard. I couldn’t stop myself. I started licking, sucking and biting them. With one hand I took out my cock that demanded more. More than sucking her nipples. I reached down to. She asked me to stand in front of her with my hands behind my back and said last chance… before I could open my mouth she snapped the lock shut. “Got you,” she sheepishly smiled. “You see, I have been reading up online about this and the best way is to get them locked before a time limit can be set, then it becomes the keyholder’s decision. You might regret this before long.” She then grabbed my balls and said these are mine also and I expect them to get real full, and she gave them a firm. Now however it was hard to believe he was still the same person. His previously athletic frame was now thin (some might say scrawny), the muscles he had before having disappeared completely, his skin was pallid due no doubt to lack of exposure to sunlight, his eyes were usually tinged with red if not completely bloodshot, and his body twitched almost constantly. He looked a lot older than his twenty-three years and Lori supposed this premature aging was due to the copious amounts of alcohol and. But trust me you will definitely enjoy it once you read it fully. I don’t say I’m an innocent, shy guy but too much indulged in a social stigma until I met my friend (let’s call him Y). One night after having a beer we opened up a lot and he is talking and talking and talking. He went on saying all his experiences right from how he started his fucking journey with a brothel by just paying Rs300.Let’s call her Rathi. She is the turning point of the story. He was involved with more than 20.