My vagina swallowed her thumb and the web between her thumb and forefinger made love to my clitoris. My heart was pounding."So soft." she murmured. "S...o pretty touching you like this." Mmmmmm." I answered. I didn't fully understand why this was so thrilling nor why I was loving a woman for the first time in my life, but I knew that I wanted these moments very much and I felt like I was melting with emotion as she played in my wet slit.She leaned forward when the men turned to look at something. Unlike most guys who have small crinkly balls, Bob had a low hanging ballbag that looked like a smooth velvet pouch containing two orbs, which were the size of duck eggs. His scrotum was a thing of total wonder.I really took my time with the photographic session as Bob contently held his pose. I zoomed in frequently to take close-ups of various parts of his physique, and have to admit that his crotch also fell into this assortment. I also did close-ups of his hands and feet.Half an hour later,. He was taking her into the basement.Stephanie bucked and screamed some more, but bound as she was, she could do very little. Not too gently, the stranger rolled her onto the cold concrete floor.Jeff quickly forced his stepsister onto her belly and yanked the rope between her hobbles towards her bound wrists. The small rope that had lashed her hobble to her bed still was tangled in her hobble, so he used it to tie his captive into a strict hogtie, one she wasn't going to get out of.He watched as. We like to take things steady – for example, when we have to take the food and remove all the good stuff, sending it to wherever it belongs, whilst taking all the bad stuff and pushing it South, it’s all done nice and slowly, ensuring there are no mistakes (and boy do you know it when we’ve made a mistake). The last thing we need when doing something complicated like this is a facilitator, something forcing the issue! Therefore please keep Prune Juice away from us! It’s like sending us down a.