“Yes” I breathe. “You haven’t had enough?” he asks. “Kiss me deeply” I answer as I let my knees fall slowly to the sides revealing my wa...iting pussy. Just his breath now of my outer lips as they begin to swell and part even more than they already have to invite his touch. But he withholds his touch and teases me with his hot breath until I whimper "please". Slowly, and so softly, his tongue now probes my swollen lips and with slow languorous strokes he moves down towards my anus then up into my. I hadn’t seen my uncle in a few years now and as we all ate dinner together I was given a chance to really look at him. He was in his early 40’s but he still looked young and cheeky. He had short brown hair that kind of stuck up and flopped over his head, brown eyes and a strong defined face. He was taller than me and a little chubby, but I could still make out his muscular chest and arms.I also noticed during the dinner Uncle Andy was looking at me too, probably surprised at how much my body. ?Wrists, behind you.? Looking round Julia saw some similar manacles hanging from a chain running to the ceiling. Knowing she had no option she clipped them on and felt her breasts push out and more pain in her nipples as her wrists were forced together. There was a hum of motors and a hatch slide away in the centre of the pedestal between her legs. Rising slowly from the hole was an eight inch long black, rubber dildo emerged attached to a chrome pole similar to the one supporting the. His hardness allowed me to suck it without holding it up. It occurred to me that the reward for giving good head is that you don't have to hold the base of the penis in order to keep it in your mouth, and that whole 'idle hands are the devil's workshop' philosophy, led me first to tug down the waistband of my shorts and underwear together, wiggle them down, while using the toes of one foot to ease the strap of the opposing sandal down, kicking first one off, then the other. That done, I.