After drying off, i dressed as Sir had instructed, the hood,boots,and corset, and with toy in hand staggered out the door and into the room indicated ...by Sir.Inside was a Dungeon, or torture chamber, there was a leather sling hanging from the ceiling,as well as a padded bench, a huge X frame was mounted to one wall, and the ceiling had several rings in it some with pullies attached, some open.Opposite the X frame was what looked like an old fashioned Stock, one large hole where the head went, a. He did. Bang! Back down on the floor I went. I lay dazed, struggling for breath, seeing stars. After my vision had cleared, he was standing over me holding a knife waving it about. I caught my breath then relaxed. It was one of my kitchen knives. I knew for a fact they were blunt as fuck because I kept meaning to have them sharpened. I smiled to myself, and drawing in a deep breath I screamed out for Grant. Then I remembered. Whenever he comes off night shifts he takes sleeping pills to send. When they had a free reading session, she forgot about her absent panties and put her feet up on the empty chair in front of her. She was deep in "The Count of Monte Cristo" when she noticed Mr. Anderson was craning his neck to see her sitting across from his desk. Suddenly, she blushed realizing he was probably getting a good look at her private parts and her cheeks resting on the edge of her chair. Sally did her best to act nonchalant and without any hint that she knew the good-looking. They also moved the dildo that was embedded in Jennifer’s pussy as well, and the two moaned out their combined bliss. Both of the women could feel the levels of their pleasure building up inside of them, and they delighted in their increasing need. That need continued to grow with every slow stroke, until the front panel of the strap-on was pressed against Olivia’s labia.Jennifer lowered her upper body, curling her arms under those of her partner, so the two women were lying full length, skin.