We start talking and she says how Wes was talking to her and he doesn't want to have to use a rubber with me so he wants me to get on the pill and I f...elt so good because we were going to have time alone, just Wes and me and maybe I could get him to love me like I love him. And then we hear the crash.I think we both knew it was Wes and it was bad. She just dropped the glass she had in her hand and said "Come on."It was worse than I ever thought it could be. I kept thinking all we needed to do. My head goes to one side as Georges aftershave fills my senses….my cunt instantly comes from deep inside my senses filled with Brut by Faberge!….a disturbing and wrenching gut shaking event…..Peter puts a bucket under the luggage rack as our guests take numerous videos and photos…of my predicament. The Sybian is then rolled under me and I can see that two thick short attachments along with the clit saddle have been attached. A fully dressed Blonde TV gets busy pulling my arms into a white. Add in how you became a slave and why you think Jeremy picked you. Also, please do not use more than both sides of the paper, so keep it as high level as you think appropriate." Hmm, mentioning Jeremy reminded me to add one more request. "When you're done, anyone who has told someone about being a slave, or thinks that someone they know MIGHT suspect that they are one, please go into the kitchen with your paper. If that doesn't apply, please wait quietly in this room"Kristen had grabbed a piece. As she opened the door that led to the garden he gasped as the chilly night air brushed against his naked body shrivelling his flaccid penis even further.She led him promptly down the path to the side of the house, turned the heavy key in a door and ushered him inside. It was dark, cool but not cold, and smelt of warm wax, leather and another smell he couldn’t identify. She closed the door behind them and turned they key, leaving it in the lock. Using a switch to her right, she looked upwards.