I could still hear her sobbing. I could not take it anymore. I cut the call, ran towards her, threw my bag on the floor, turned her towards me and wip...ed her tears. I kept on saying sorry.She was shocked to see me there and did not respond. When she came back to her senses, she gave me a tight slap. I kept my head down, but did not stop apologizing. After a few seconds, she hugged me tight and asked sorry for slapping me. I pulled her head back, softly, and kissed her forehead, and said, “Never. A pretty typical night. Laura tongues your balls slavishly, desperately trying to please you. You grab your huge, hard cock and start smacking her in the forehead while she tongues your balls. You know she wishes you wouldn't degrade her so much; you know she wishes you would at least keep your balls clean shaven for her, or that you would occasionally reciprocate or at least say thank you. But it turns you on to order her around, making her your sex slave. And she always just takes it.You grab. She smiled warmly at him. "Thank you so much Terry......but I reallyliked you taking care of it for me last time." And she simply took hisother hand in hers and walked back in the direction of the theatre.After a minute Terry had already noticed a couple of strange looksfrom passers by."Connie, can you please take your bag from me. I'm getting funny looksfrom people," he pleaded.Connie stopped in her tracks, turned to face him."Terry, who do you care more about? The people on the. Together, they easily lifted their writhing subject, placing her seated across the straps on the bed, her fused legs stretched out before her. One knelt across her shins, while the other pressed against her shoulders, slowly folding her at the waist. No matter how she fought them, she soon found her breasts mashed against her thighs. From there, things got worse.The three long straps were buckled tightly at her neck, elbows and forearms. Because there were three, each one could be tightened.