He bent to unlock the short chain between her ankles then said, "Face me."Perfect. His little pet, arching her back to relieve the strain on her arms,... looked as if she were presenting her tits for his pleasure. He was also surprised and pleased to see that she'd spread her knees apart after he'd unlocked them, and he could already see the telltale sheen of moisture on her pussy. She was panting, but whether it was from arousal or the pain in her bound arms he couldn't tell. He leaned back in. “You’re not naked,” he murmured into her ear. Emily rolled her head back, pressing onto his shoulder. “I’m cooking,” she whispered. “Uh-uh,” he whispered. “I want you naked all the time.” “It’s just a shirt, Rich,” she moaned, feeling his hand slide under the garment and caress her breasts, fingers rumbling gently over the engorged flesh of her nipples. “I want you naked,” he repeated. “Rich, honey,” she protested, “my hands are wet.” “Don’t be so reasonable, Emily,” he grumbled softly,. Mamta was sitting on Shukla’s dick in cowgirl position. Mamta was bouncing on Shukla’s dick. Her mangalsutra was bouncing on her boobs, sometimes in her cleavage. Shukla was pressing her boobs and enjoying. Mamta took her hands around her neck to take mangalsutra off.Shukla: No, no let it be on. I like to see a married woman jumping on my dick!Mamta: You really have fucked a lot of women you bastard.Mamta rested her hands on Shukla’s chest and started lifting her ass up. Her pussy was. Her hairstreamed behind her.She expected wolf-whistles, derogatory comments, and the usual misogynistbullshit and was ready to have to lay out one of the patch holders in afight to prove herself.She was pleasantly surprised when Brent Peters came over and introducedhimself. He was taller than Cassie but had the same lithe build; he wasremarkably free of tattoos and well groomed with flowing blonde hair. Hetoo wore tight leather pants, a black t-shirt and polished engineer boots.He wore the.