Erica then closed the cage, which locked by itself immediately.Tiffany's fingers grasped the bars of the cage. Tiffany was now a bound girl locked in ...a steel cage from which there wasno escape. Janet had watched her punishment yesterday, and now their roleswere reversed. Having finished with Tiffany, Janet realized that the moment of truth forher would soon arrive. Erica would shift her attentions to Janet. Erica took a whip that had been hanging from the nearest wall, and walkedin front of. The sensation of a huge dick throbbing inside my already fully-stuffed pussy drove me mad as another more powerful orgasm ripped through my body. “Oh my god! I’m cumming so fucking hard on your big black cock,” I screamed, as he throbbed deep inside my soaked pussy. “I love the way it feels, making your white pussy cum on my dick,” John grunted, thrusting his dick into me faster and harder with every stroke still pinning my face to the bed. “What the fuck is going on in here?” my husband. As if anyone could not guess why he would be traveling to Schmertzylvania! "So ... is it true what they say about the ... er, bathhouses?"And suddenly, Huysmans had his inspiration for a story.The American walked down the cobblestone street as a dusk sky rapidly soaked up the spilled India ink of night. The cheap plexiglass sign announcing "HYTL NPRYMKCHK"— Hotel Nepomuk—was a blemish on the much older stone building behind it, all orientalist curves and filigree. The place he was going was not. .." she cut her sentence off.We took our seats. She sat in the Queen Ann chair, and I on the sofa. We silently sat for what seemed like an eternity, and then she spoke."That day, at the house, that was me." Yes, I know. I knew when I looked in your eyes. I just don't know how," I replied."The old me was upstairs, in bed, dying the year before. I'd transported her there so I could watch over her. I actually transported the whole room, so she didn't know of the change." But..." Wait, just let me.