Barbara spilled an armful of paper on the floor, and Laura helped her pick them up. Even though they were laughing and talking nervously to smooth thi...ngs over, Laura could feel an instant sexual magnetism spring up between them.It was natural, she knew, for her to feel drawn to Barbara, who was very attractive. But to feel so clearly that Barbara wanted her, Laura, wanted her physically, wanted to fuck her, that was harder to accept. And yet, during the next few weeks it became unmistakably. She toed the bowl under his nose as he lay, prostrate and trembling at her feet."You should be ashamed of yourself. Two months in your cage and that is the best you can do? Lick he bowl clean and prepare for at least one hundred strokes; you've let all these women down again, so they will demand satisfaction." Some of the more vicious looking women looked sternly down at him and moved closer to the bench, flexing their canes and crops. The gimp had been a popular attraction at the women's. Boy did I see. I saw everything sweetheart, and afterwards I played it over and over and over in my mind, adding extra details each time, my mind racing with thoughts and my cock hard with excitement. I saw it as if in slow motion. I felt it first, the rising wind. It started slowly and then gained force behind it, blowing the autumn leaves across the streets, bringing up dust and natural debris from the earth. Some people were shielding their eyes from the flying earth-bits, but I wasn't.. My vagina was sore. My shoulders were sore. I pulled the sheets up into my fists. I curled my toes against the mostly tossed away blankets. I was too sore to cum again. I was never good at coming a second time. My clit stung as I dragged it back and forth against his pelvis. I breathed hard through clenched teeth. My eyelids closed infinitely tighter. He dragged me up and down his cock. He kept me flush against his sweaty sticky chest. He breathed fire into my ear. He took a handful of my.