I felt her boobs squish onto the dirty tiles as I pushed down on her back."Get- mmmph--- get off me!" She yelled in protest, half her mouth muffled ag...ainst the ground. She squirmed beneath my weight."Oh, you said that wrong, little Nicki…" I told her. "I know you meant 'get me off.'" With that, I pushed down harder on top of her and ground her hips into the floor with my cock on the rump of her little bubble butt."Don’t lie, I know you want it, baby..." I said sweetly, beginning to gently. We’re feeling each other out and discover we’re both interested in doing that.So, I find myself tied to a bench while someone I have known for less than four hours sorts through my toys. It’s safe: there are monitors and the event organizer is sceening on nearby equipment. The scene is physically intense, or at least, it feels that way. However, at another level, it’s a very light scene: a combination of me giving instruction in how to use my body with exploring the use of surprise and a few. Carla immediately went to Tim. "I want your permission to fuck Marc." She said to him.Tim grinned. "You don't need my permission for that. You're not my slave."He replied. Why don't you sit don't and listen to what we have to say." He added when he saw the disappointed look on her face.When Marc and Carla where seated, Lisa produced a collar and gave it to Carla saying "If you want to be my slave you will put this on and never take it off again."Carla just sat there with a stunned look on her. Cindy recited one of the multiple times she had just lost control as her pussy spasmed around Tom’s hard dick. A dick that she knew in detail that stretched out her love muscles and that she licked every vibrant vein upon and the taste as she tried to choke down her throat. The breath caught in her neck as vision swirled in her head of saliva running down her mouth as the cock slammed in and out. In the midst of remembering, she became aware the has not alone. She did not react but kept the.