Sie wimmert leise vor Scham und vor Schmerz."Er kommt zur?ck. Was hat er da in der Hand? Noch ein Seil? Was will er denn damit? Wieso bindet er es um ...meinen R?cken?. Er macht einen Knoten an meinem Bauch. Ich kann das nicht sehen, mein Busen ist im Weg. Was macht er da? Was soll das? Wieso? Nein, das kann nicht sein. Was hat er da in der Hand? Macht er das Seil jetzt wieder los? He! Was ist das? Was ist das? Was hat er in mich hineingesteckt? Das brennt. Au. Aaaaa. Nein. Nicht meine Arme. Das. There were about twenty guests in attendance, give or take a few. It was a mix of women and men, all dressed to the nines. All wearing masks just like the two of them wore.The guests mingled, not paying much attention to the two of them as they made their way to the bar, but Jessie was sure that she caught several men - as well as a few women - surveying her body and shooting her appreciative looks. Derek ordered them both drinks. A pair of martinis which they took with them as they filtered. I reached down and rubbed her clit between my fingers as we kissed. She went for my cock which was filling my pants and pushing hard to be free.She started to moan as i felt her pussy making a wet spot on her dress. She didn't have panties or bra on under the dress. She sat in my chair and pulled her dress up exposing her big clit and wet pussy. I dove in like a diver going into the ocean. I sucked her hardening clit while stcking my tongue deep inside her wet pussy. She rolled her head back. The long piece hung fromthe ends of the cube with it's middle frozen inside. The otherpiece stuck out of the top forming a loop several incheslong. As she attached the loop to the shower curtain rod shesaid "Let me explain how this works, it will be so muchbetter if you know what's coming. But first let's get thenozzle up inside you." I tried to avoid the tip of the enemanozzle but there was nowhere to go. Tethered to the towelbar and tottering on my high heels I was helpless to preventher from.