However, fires can’t burn indefinitely and eventually the initial sexual bonfire they had shared in that first year had cooled to a stately, consist...ent flame.Beth frowned at herself. That was untrue, really. It wasn’t that she and Reid had stopped their forays into BDSM, in fact, thinking back, there were a dozens of experiences that she enjoyed playing back in her mind over and over again. It was just that life got in the way sometimes.“Mum, what’s for lunch?” Will’s voice sliced through. As she came I came too, rubbing my hard little clit back and forth. I figured that would be it, but I continued to watch her, slowly rubbing myself in the after glow. She rolled over for a moment and then back, holding a bag. She reached in and pulled out a vibrator. It was pink and shaped like a cock. She turned the black knob on the end, starting it up. She slid it over her nipples for a few moments before moving it down to easily slip into her dripping cunt. This girl was just getting. Are you gay?" I shake my head in the negative."Bisexual then I think." They grab a leg each and pull my knees back behind my head, painfully stretching my leg muscles. I feel clamps applied around my legs and collar around my neck. Click. Click. Click. I can't move my legs without my head moving towards my groin. I panic and the pain grows. Samantha is now naked and kneeling on the table by my raised bottom and gaping butthole. The photographer hands her big black dildo attached to some leather. Between rubbing and clutching my burning backside I tried to blow my nose and wipe some of the tears still pouring down my face. It hurt to stand and it hurt to clench my roasted cheeks, everything was on fire. It wasn’t over. My arm was grabbed and I was helped to the desk…I shuffled along with my slacks dragging behind me.I didn’t have to be told what was coming next; I knew what to do. It would be painful.When the front of my thighs contacted the desk I bent over without being told to. As I.