Besides the kitchen and the bed, there was a pink Danish mid-century chair and a bookshelf.She walked over to the bookshelf and laid a finger on the t...op shelf before reading the authors. Marx. Kant. Descartes. Locke. She stifled a groan. What a boring book collection. Walking over to her suitcase, she snapped it open and dug around for the bottle of vintage French champagne. When she found what she was looking for, she opened the bottle and slipped into her silk chemise. Not bothering to pour. This lapse does not go unnoticed by his fellow Doms. A brief discussion ensues and a decision reached.Two heavy duty clamps each connected to a thick black chain, and a D-ring are assembled. Her master helps her crawl from under the platform, and showing his displeasure, lifts her body by her nipples until she is fully standing. Without preparing her nipple, he attaches the clamps to each and hands her the balance of the chain.Sending her back under the horse and between the two ramps, she. 'I'll have a quick fuck, and then I'm out of here. I'llleave and never see this crazy bitch or this stinking place ever again. Never!' Nicole walked back around behind him and reached down between his thighs.He gasped as he felt her leather-clad hand grip his scrotum. "Mmm... nice and heavy balls. I like that in a slut," she purred,bouncing them in her palm, then giving them another squeeze before releasingthem. "Now sit, and be sure to keep your legs spread wide. I forbid anyslut in my. It took me a second or two to figure out that I wasn’t dreaming and the wonderfully erotic heat on my erect cock was Ken’s mouth. I don’t think I ever considered pushing him away or complaining. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed. Ken was not blowing me in the normal way we all think of a blow job, but holding my cock in his mouth, sucking gently, and lathing the head with his tongue. I have to say that it felt incredible, and whether he knew it or not, he was bringing me close to ejaculation..