Not being allowed to touch myself after Aunt Dot has teased and stroked me nearly to climax causes me to whimper through the gag of the blindfolding m...ask Naomi has locked onto me. The passion grows as I struggle because I know that someone will at last return to bring me to climax except that sometimes no one does. Then I must lie quietly, exhausted, pretending to sleep or sleeping or dreaming that I am pretending.Sometimes, they chain me by the jeweled collar I wear to the wall on a short. So, coming to the story now. This is about my ex gf whose name was Isha. She was hot as fuck. Her boobs were not very big but her waist and ass were just perfect. She was a Punjabi and belonged to a rich family. Isha was a very horny girl and was always ready to make out or fuck. We used to do it every time and everywhere. Once it happened that I had to travel for work and could not meet her for 2 weeks. She used to call me every day but I used to be busy with meetings so could not talk to her. You asked the bartender if a hot blonde had been sitting here, somewhere. He said that I was sitting in the seat you had until she joined the four guys sitting there, he pointed at the table next to where you were sitting. Apparently you just said “4 guys huh” to the bartender and he said “yeah the way that I was dancing with them he was sure that someone might have cum on the dance floor”, but he said that I went out with them to smoke a joint and never returned “Well then you know?” I. After that, Darla had to force herself to concentrate on inserting the Ben Wa balls into her already wet and now bald pussy. Once the large metal balls were in, she put back on her thong panties. lowered her toga skirt, grabbed her keys and license, and then headed for the car.As Darla walked to the car she could hear the metal clinking sound of the balls, and she could feel the objects moving up against the thin membrane that separated her love canals. Yet even though it felt wonderfully.