I press you against the mirror just from the pressure of my finger in the depths of your ass. Lovely cock-head prints appear on the glass, distracting... me for a moment as I pump my finger in and out. Then a second finger joins the first. You whimper a little. I can feel your legs shaking. Im not giving you much time to adjust…because I really really want to fuck you…now. You spread your legs more in an effort to open up and let me in. I feel you push back against my fingers and immediately I. See you in about thirty minutes. When I opened the door, Linda was standing there with the top of her underwear pulled up, exposing the pink elastic above the waist of her white shorts. Her t-shirt had a picture of a female dog, with its tail laid to one side, inviting any one of several males. The caption read, Im a real bitch. See, asshole? Im wearing panties and I dont intend to take them off. How do you like my shirt? I put my arms around her and lifted her thin frame off the porch. Her. The chains that bound their wrists lifted their hands above their heads, and were threaded through loops screwed into the ceiling. Small hand winches set to the side suggested the chains could be tightened or loosened. At the moment, the two women were kneeling on piles of rugs and cushions, their arms vertical at the sides of their faces. Each movement they made caused the silvered chains to clink, and they twisted from the leather straps around their wrists. The only clothing either wore was. She stood naked in the candlelight and she heard Cameron take a deep breath. ‘You are beautiful, Heather. Everything I imagined . . . ‘ His word trailed off as Heather stripped him of his dressing gown. She smiled to herself as she traced her fingers over his huge, throbbing cock. ‘I want to fuck you, Heather,’ Cameron said. ‘Yes, Cameron. Fuck me. Put that hard cock in my hungry little cunt.’ Cameron pushed Heather to the floor and mounted her. He pushed his cock into the damp curls between.