..the pettinggets heavier as you lean back against me...my left hand moves up to yourneck and my fingers stretch across your throat...you lean your he...adback...you give me control...You feel my right hand firmly on the inside of your thigh as it movesup...I can feel the warmth between your legs just before my fingers wraparound your now hard and throbbing cock...you stand there obedientlywith your hands still behind you...I give my approval andslowly...gently...move over you and envelop your. She was in her forties but could pass for a girl in her twenties. She had a Mediterranean complexion, a figure to die for and a face that could only be described as beautiful. Her son David was at Cambridge studying politics and daughter Izzy was in her last year at Topley Down College. Izzy had inherited her mother's good looks, both their brains and Steve's love of sport.I exchanged small talk with Melissa before Izzy returned with our coffee. As she put my cup on the table I saw the familiar. A new film in the camera, the strange frame erected in the form of an `H’ and with the block of wax now cool, they restarted. At the word “action” Dan undid the straps that held her, legs first then off with her knickers, next came her cuffs unclipped from the cross first one and then the second were attached to the lift, she knew there would be no respite and it would be her crutch area that would suffer this time. Once free of the cross she was lifted from her location and lifted well clear. Certainly, with all the torment I subjected you to, you would have barely notice these changes. When I thought I had accomplished this goal, I naturally released you for part two of my plan.??I will tell you now that I have since cleaned you up, and washed and styled your hair in a more feminine form. You can thank my stylist for the latter. I certainly will show you later. As for your body, as you can see, I finished what I started with the hormones, giving your breast implants. You are.