..3, 2, 1…” Bob reached out. Sally handed him the cuffs. He put one end on his free wrist and turned over the conference room table. He had to lay... his chest and stomach on the table and scoot up so that his feet were almost off the floor to attach the other end to the opening . Sally went over and unfastened his pants. She dropped both his pants and boxers to the floor. She couldn’t help but admire is firm ass and muscular legs. She decided to up the ante. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out. "Good slave" she compliments him. Knowing he's close to cumming, and not wanting this game to end, she waits a bit before assaulting his dick. "I forgot to tell you how many thrusts you're getting this time...", she says, while fondling her breasts with her one hand. As he watches her other hand move to her clit, she continues: "... you had 10 thrusts on edge number 3, for edge number 4 we're doubling that to 20. Are you ready?" "Yes Mistress". He loves this. He loves the threat of losing. .957. it's snout would bear a remarkable likeness to that of any farm pig, with big air holes and the tear duct repositioned so as to allow the large flat tip of the snout to be moist at all times. on its rump...a three inch brand of its Owner, burned into it for all time. fully bandaged after the surgery, the pig lay in a holding area filled with straw. attended to day and night by various Superior Women, changing bandages, and keeping it filled with pain reducing drugs, the pig remained. She gave Dan a knowing smile that caused him to blush. The man admonished her with a look, but she just shrugged, again doing so in an eye-catching manner. Dan wasn’t the type to get tongue-tied; but if any woman could make him lose a step, it was this one.“My name is Jason and this lovely lady is—”“Just call me Red.”“Really?” Jason questioned.Again, she shrugged. “Got used to it.”“Fine then, Red.” Jason turned back to Dan. “We would like you to provide more detail on the answers to your.