You will not be wearing them when you leave. “Get up on the bed on all fours, and put your ankles on the edge.” You dutifully obey. My gaze initia...lly focussing on your tits – they are like torpedos due to the rubber bands and they are a lovely deep shade of red/blue. I then focus on your exposed hairless cunt. “Let’s do a little cunt work shall we, but before that, I have one more addition for those tits.” I clip a heavy weight on the chain and you groan deeply as your already tortured nipples. He immediately buried his face between her legs and began licking and sucking on her cunt. I could tell he was paying particular attention to her clitoris and her moans became louder and she was squirming around on the bed building up to an orgasm.Her black bull raised his head from her pussy and his face and mouth were coated in her juices. He crawled up her and leaned down and literately sucked her mouth into his. I could tell their tongues were having a battle over whose tongue would be. It was in this milieu that Igwanda grew up and pursued his chosen vocation. Born of a career soldier, he had from boyhood an orientation and interest toward what he called (and truly believed to be) "military service," his conscious thought emphasizing the "service." In fact, to him war was the greatest game ever, an exercise in the competitiveness of more placid intellectual pastimes such as chess, bridge, poker, go, etc., but with the added element of ultimate risk—life itself—and the added. After a while of her teasing me…..holding it to where I could almost get it, and then yanking it out of reach….she finally passed the ball to another girl. She then put her hands on my legs and then kind of half-twisted me so that I was resting on her hip. I tried to get down, but she wouldn’t let me go. She then put her hand under my butt, and reached the other across to my waist and then bounced me around a bit. She was carrying me like a mom carries a baby! I tried to get down, but.