Working quickly, he airdropped all of her buds photos from her phone to his. It was all a blur and he couldn’t tell one photo from the next. He saw ...a glimpse of her bending over in a schoolgirl outfit here. He saw her kneeling and looking up at the camera there. He must I’ve transferred at least twenty photos when he heard the toilet flush.Liam quickly returned her phone back to its original position on the table as if nothing happened. He pulled out his own phone and pretended to scroll. My cock was throbbing upward against her soft wet cuntal lips. I felt her squeeze her legs together thereby entrapping my engorged cock between them. I could remain like this almost endlessly without ever entering her but, alas, I was not a saint and I wanted her desperately.I pushed her back onto the bed and began kissing and licking her. I could never seem to get enough of the feel of her soft skin, her heaving breasts and writhing hips. The scent of her arousal which emanated from between. TheLadder was one half meter wide at the base and tapered to only a fewcentimeters at the top. It was inclined at 45 degrees and mounted on a platformto allow the assembled crowd a clear view. The thighs of the slave werestraddled around the ladder with her ankles chained to one of the rungsproviding an obscene exposure of her cunt and ass. Her wrists were chained highabove her head to the top rung of the ladder. Her tits hung over the sides ofthe ladder. The afternoon sun beat down on her. Finishing the break meal one night, Softly popped a gap as she rose from her seat. Eddie's eyes dipped between her thighs and she caught him looking. She smiled to say, “Eddie, you don't want to go there”. Two days later she caught him again and said, “Eddie, I'm not your type of girl”. He gave a sad look until she added that although she wasn't, she did find it flattering that he admired her. The remainder of the week, he flirted and peeped her. Through the weekend Softly decided it was time.