My clit hardened and I gave a tiny gasp, then froze. He was staring in the mirror, my open mouth and glazed olive eyes a giveaway, framed by my dusky ...bob beneath the pointed felt hat with bell at its peak.Busted, but too far to stop.The corners of my mouth upturned, sparkly cheeks rising a fraction, imploring him with my reflected gaze to become complicit. He gave a tiny smile and I felt his elbow creep out, pressing firmly against my core. I resumed. Trace. Drag… Snip… Ohhhhh. Fucking. I wanted to impress her and I wanted her throat to cover my entire cock. I wanted to be forceful with my new conquest and establish my dominance. I quickly made Hayden gag and gurgle. I had caught her off guard. I didn’t stop though. I was supposed to be rough or so I thought. I forced her willing mouth down on my cock far as far as it would go into her throat like I was fucking her asshole. I pinched her nose shut like Waverly suggested last night when I throat fucked her! Hayden was gasping. I rolled my two favorite dildos up in my bath towel, and headed for George’s room. My heart was thumping loudly as I tapped three times. The door opened immediately, and George appeared, drink in hand, wearing a white robe. He stepped aside, and I walked in. He closed his door quickly, and I felt safe, in a way. I couldn’t yet sense what George’s reaction would be to my letter.“So, it’s you,” he said, frowning with disappointment. “Are you surprised?” I asked. “I thought you liked. All the clips will come out of the body causing severe pain to the slave.Amudha opened her eyes and predicted what was about to happen. She screamed "No.. Dont use the zipper. It will be very painful. Please I have already suffered a lot of pain. I can't take more"Brad : This bitch knows that it is a zipper. She has seen BDSM videos. Am I right bitch?Amudha : No. I am not such a woman.Brad : Dont lie you cock hungry bitch. If you lie again I will tear your ass and insert a heated rod.Amudha :.