I decided to put on a show. Taking Cindy's head in my hands I started to fuck her mouth and throat, but harder this time. The effect of doing it in pu...blic, thinking of what we were going to do to Cindy's mother I pumped my spunk down Cindy's throat. She held it there, swallowed and swallowed taking everything. I knew she was being careful of her make up, God bless her. When she finished she cleaned me up, zipped up my trousers and sat back in her chair like she had just been to the loo. She. A woman answered saying she was Faye Davey-Ashton. ‘My father is semi-retired to Honolulu. I’m chief executive, may I help?’ ‘Yeah, I want a boat built. Can you meet me in O’Hagan’s bar tonight?’ ‘Certainly not. You have it the wrong way around. Clients come to us.’ ‘Sorry Faye, not like the old days eh? When can you see me?’ ‘Please wait while I consult my diary. ‘What size of boat.’ ‘A 200-seat ferry.’ ‘Jesus!’ said Faye. After a pause and some heavy breathing, she asked: ‘What was your name. And you,” as she pointed to them and then to one of the pillories.“This,” she began, pointing to one of the pillories, “is a spanking pillory of my own design. It has a head and hand bar like any pillory.” She ran her crop around the large circle intended to hold a person’s head and the two smaller circles intended to hold their hands. “The stocks portion is rather standard except that it is lower to the ground that a standard pillory. Many Mistresses and Masters make the mistake of putting a. As the pleasure builds, so does the need to pee. Jason decides to try and get in on the action, and take advantages of my erratically clenching pussy. Maintaining the rubbing and stroking motion of his fingers, he pushes his dick in too, and begins pumping into me with long, fast strokes, hammering my pussy. In the midst of my approaching orgasmic delirium, I manage think of an idea to pay Jason back for his relentless pussy torture, and begin rolling my pussy muscles to massage and kneed his.