I feel the rope lie on my spine. “Continue” you request.Standing on the floor at the end of the bed, you hold the rope taut, as I fuck myself on i...t, ass in the air. I start pushing myself down the bed, so you grip my hair and hold my head in place. I have nowhere to go while I rock on your rope. My sore tender clit instantly reacts. I start to cum, my feet bucking, back arching and flexing. You snicker as you watch me wriggle under you. Once my body starts to slow, you release the rope. . This time she went further, her fingers flicking over the shy bud of my clitoris. She began to rub it gently but rhythmically, in exactly the way I did myself when I was masturbating.I whimpered with pleasure. “Oh, Emma, oh God yes, don’t stop, don’t stop!” I gasped in between moans and wriggles. I didn’t want this feeling to end, not ever, but I could feel myself approaching my orgasm. I couldn’t believe how quickly I’d reached this point; obviously, I’d been getting steadily more turned on. I am a little raw at the edges still".Becky said, "Sir, if we could restrain a group of 25 women you could do them all at the same time, pausing after several stokes, going to the next girl and letting the pain do its job. It would be more effective on us, and the ritual will not take as long or as many strokes. In a couple hours the entire group could be done. The sexual part is a custom, not a legal requirement. We ladies can wait to do the sex at a more leisurely pace".Paula said, "Sir,. My body was slowing down not speeding up. Someone was stopping me. “Fuck her hard Greg, just fuck this slut of a wife.” It was Charles’ voice. I felt Charles’ cock enter my arse. I opened my eyes suddenly and looked around. “You’re going to get fucked to pieces,” he groaned at me. I looked down at Greg, “just fuck me, don’t stop,” I urged him. “I’ve done nothing all night but hear you scream and cum on this strangers cock, so you’re really going to get it now.” I felt Charles fuck me hard.