"Wendy slowly stroked my calf up to the top of my thigh, then switched tothe other leg. Then she stroked my back from the nape of my neck down tothe s...tart of my ass. She did this for a few minutes then slowly strokedthe inside of both thighs, without touching my hard, dripping member."Oh sweet Clair, every time I get near your rear end you thrust it upfor me but I'm ignoring it. What do you want, Clair? What do you need?Tell me..." Please Wendy, touch my ass. Stroke it. Pinch it. Spank me. Just. Removing your fingers, entrance now gained, I slide deeper inside you. I feel the tight confines of you, hot and wet, as your arms now embrace me. Fingers stroking my back as I reach the depths of your body, I slowly slide inside, making the feeling linger until my balls are nestled against your ass. I pause. Using your muscles you clinch me; you release me, driving me crazy with lust. I begin a slow withdrawal. Only the head remains inside you. I pause again momentarily, then thrust deep. My cock sucking and ass eating skills were in demand.The sun was rising as I made my last strut through the parking lot to face my punishment. I had been very bad and was eager for that sadistic, ugly little man to brutalize me.He drove me to the motel room he called home and tied me hand and foot, bent over a chair. He stuffed a filthy sock in my mouth and tied it in place. I still had the red shoes on but that was all I wore. He whipped my ass and thighs with his belt until tears ran from my. ’ Paige pulled on her bounds, the chain of the cuffs jingling against the bed frame. It was useless. He got some scissors from the floor and showed them to her, the metal shimmering. His blue eyes intently looking at her face as if he expected some reaction from her. He put the scissors into her clothes and started cutting, first he cut her pants of, then her tank top and finally her panties. ‘That’s better.’ He said when she was completely nude once more. With a tip of his finger he.