She still thought that it looked more like a punishment table than one used for medical purposes, but, nevertheless, lowered herself onto the table, p...ressing her full breasts onto the wooden surface.Rosie went and stood at the top of the table and sounding stern, said, “We will need to secure your wrists with these cuffs to make sure that you do not jerk as Officer Lawson checks your anus.”Tina again thought that this was a bit extreme, but smiled to herself as she thought how similar it was to. Sie meine Herrin nennen. Ihr Sklave sein. Ich fühlte mich erbärmlich und nutzlos. Ich hatte die Erregung meines Lebens. Allein die Tatsache, dass es mir offenbar gefällt von Simone gedemütigt und gefoltert zu werden warf mich in ein Loch der Verzweiflung, aus dem ich nicht hinaus konnte. Wieder ein Stromschlag. Wieder Schreie. Wieder Zittern. Doch an diesem Punkt, nach gefühlten fünf Stromschlägen, gab ich auf. Ich wartete auf meine Erziehung. Ich hatte meinen Willen zurück gestellt und Simones. A few minutes and I had a beer in hand and was heading into a house to check it out. Half an hour later I had two shots in me and was being led upstairs by two guys. The room we went into reeked. It smelled like pot and sweat and spilled beer. People were on couches on sides of the room just staring and nodding to the music. The table in the middle had a bowl of joints and a small bong on it. And bottles of booze. Me in my yellow sundress I became the focus of their glazed eyes. My guys. He knew it was time after he saw her signs. He felt the nails, waited for her to pull her knees up and jam her heels into his butt. Of course he already had her near the edge, and when he’d told her he was close, he knew it would push her closer. Sure enough, just as he started his closing move which consisted of sawing his cock into her rapidly until his belly slapped wetly against hers, her hand went straight to her clit. He had his head down, concentrating on giving her his usual great.