It felt full and natural for me to be looking like a slut on my knees with a meat stick pushing into my ass-pussy. After several minutes of adjusting,... I began to rock my hips up and down, and back and forth. I increased the speed the more comfortable it became."God damn that feels great!", panted Russ. "You look so sexy with these stockings and heels. Like a real fuckin' slut." Baby." I grunted, "I feel like a fuckin' slut! Your slut!" I don't know what came over me but I wanted that cock in. ”“So she turned out to be ‘Poison Ivy’?” Kara asked.I chuckled, “In a matter of speaking. Maybe the Ensign will get lucky. She’s dancing with him again.”“Steve?” a female voice from behind me said.I turned to see Sophie, who I had only seen briefly earlier in the evening.“Hi,” I said, and then intuiting her reason for coming to me, I said, “Would you like to dance?”She smiled and nodded, so I took her hand and led her to the middle of the floor to dance to Love Me Tender by Elvis Presley, which. Me with an idea in mind, I did not know it. But we got along very well. One could walk no one really watching us. They smoked in secret what fun! I knew my parents but I did not smoke in their presence. My father and mother were arrested a few years before. My only concern was my brother 10 years who was bored too, so sometimes I was tracking.Her name was Elizabeth but for me it was always Lisa. Fairly quickly they began to flirt, I loved her kisses his mouth was sweet and perfumed her skin. His hand reached up and stroked her neck and clavicle, before slipping the shackle around her neck. It was covered in silk and soft to the touch, but still firm and she knew it would not bend. He turned her around and pulled her hands up over her head and back behind her neck, where he firmly secured her wrists in the shackle around her neck. Now when he turned her back around she felt completely helpless, like she could not resist to the smallest extent whatever he had in store for her. Her.