Her short blonde hair is pressed firmly to the back of her head by the leather strap which holds her gag securely in place, in fact holds her panties,... which are wadded and stuffed into her mouth. She can taste the somewhat acrid odeur of her sex, which has become imbedded within the fabric of her panties.Susan looks nervously about the basement room, which is decorated and equipped as a dungeon torture room. She has no previous experience in this type of situation, and doesn't know how to act,. Crap... no iced tea. He took the first can he found and popped it open forcing his feet out of the kitchen as he took a slug of the aspartame filled drink... damn, he hated that bitterness you felt at the end.“Hey Jay...” But he wouldn’t be getting an answer anytime soon, he realised as he stepped into the living room and finally picked up the hushed rhythm of music coming from one of the bedrooms. Again? He sighed to himself thinking he’d have to put up with his flatmate’s dance attempts when. The men were mostly silent keeping their eyes open at all times just in case the renegades doubled back and attempted to take the scalps of their pursuers grown careless by the sense of false security in a void of little action.Sam suspected that the wily Geronimo had his rear guard scouts maintaining contact with the following forces at all times always on the lookout for some mistake or tactical error that he could turn to his advantage even whilst he was retreating as fast as possible in a. I raised my hand up between Amy's legs to cup her twat against my palm, pushing slightly to urge her upwards. She yelped in surprise, but playfully fought back, slowing us down even more. The fabric of her panties was completely soaked through with her desire, and I could feel every detail of her hot pussy against my hand. It was driving me crazy with lust.I lifted my hand into her crotch more forcefully, demanding she keep going. Amy's hormones must have overpowered her competitive nature,.