I slipped a finger inside of me, allowing my juices to slide down my fingers. They slipped in so easily that I quickly had to use more fingers to sati...sfy the need that it had. I began to push my fingers quicker in and out of myself, my eyes jumping back and forth from the television to Mr. Jacob’s stroking his cock. I imagined my hand running up and down the length of his cock and how great it would feel to have him inside of me. I tightly closed my eyes and began to push my fingers deeper. No matter how carefully the skirts and petticoat were positioned they were so voluminous, that it was a trial sitting in the narrow chairs he been provided with. For no matter whatever position he chose the skirts bunched up and threatened to completely envelope him.The gloves he wore were tight upon his hands and arms. He could feel little through the thin leather and the glace kid gloves that reached above his wrists. The leather was thin, almost transparent but very slippery. Making it. . spoiling me rotten, babe!” I groaned as I felt that warm, tight, slippery twat clench down on my dick all over again.“That’s the point. So you don’t want to leave. Don’t worry, we’ll help you with your revenge on Danielle, too, and on that Ramone fucker. She fucked with the wrong dude, one whose super rich boss lady is madly in love with him! I got connections. I tracked people down. I found her weaknesses, including Michelle.“Who do you think really put the handcuffs idea in Michelle’s head,. They introduced themselves as Stuart and Kimberly Taylor. Kim for short. They were from a small country town about one hundred fifty miles away.Stuart was a skinny gangly guy with thick glasses and he was one of the most ugly dudes I had ever seen. Kim was skinny and had tits about as big as eggs after they were fried. She was small, just over five feet tall and had a pretty face and a nice smile. If Kim could put on a few pounds she would be kind of cute.Stuart was in his second year in.