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I've taken the liberty of giving you the hair extentions and tarting up your makeup, ready for your next show....Andrew said how tight you were, so I've started stretching that tight little hole of your with my anal plug...feels good doesn't it"....It did..... "now....there are two ways you can play this honey" she continued "you can fight it and try to escape...Which will no doubt result in your little shows being more and more unpleasant, here, I can show you that too" She clicked at the laptop and again bought it to my face....on the screen was a girl, a funnel strapped into her mouth which a guy was pissing into...I looked away, "or how about this, she showed me the screen again.....
"Well, thanks for that Natalie, although I'm afraid you may have bruised Andrew's ego a bit" Jim spoke kindly to her as she cocked her hips to the side and smiled apologetically, "Would you want to spend a little time with Andrew today if you're free." As Natalie scurried out the door, Andrew realized what a cutie she really was, and looked forward to spending a little time with her like Jim had suggested, but he still had so many questions. This time, when he pressed the button, he could see that Natalie's slightly slouched posture began to lift, but she still didn't have the smile on her face that had so charmed him when she walked in the store so Andrew moved the slider just a bit more and when he entered it, this time he knew he had done so correctly.
Andrew took off his trousers and sat on the bed in his underpants and black nylon socks, his legs wide open. Andrew planted himself between Adam's legs and slowly began to suck his cock. His hands moved onto Adam's stomach and he rubbed them up, under his nylon shirt, feeling his smooth young skin, all the time maintaining unblinking eye contact with my little b*****r who watched him nervously. Adam instinctively opened his mouth and Andrew pushed his cock right in. I crawled over so I was between Adam's legs and I started to suck his cock which still had Andrew's spit on it. In the morning, Andrew hauled him up and fucked him again, from behind, doggy style whilst I sucked Adam's cock lying on the bed.
"Oh God, Ciccy." Andrew moaned as he gently stroked her shoulder, the skin silk like in its essence. "Oh, ok." Ciccy understood, and watched curiously from a distance as Andrew placed the noose around the hook in the ceiling and then over his head and neck. When Ciccy pulled his hand away, Andrew was furious, until he felt the soft touch of a woman's hand where his had so recently been. Andrews face was beet red, but his fingers holding the rope loosened, letting oxygen and blood flow return to where it was most needed. Ciccy nodded, too afraid to speak, unable to do anything but watch herself walk to the rope, and place it around her neck.
Relaxing her foot a little, she dropped it onto his shoulder, and started the same slow, gentle, caressing tease with the other shoe, over the slight swell of his stomach, pressing just a tiny bit harder over his nipples, along the line of his chin, and finally settling, so that both of her feet were on his shoulders. Suddenly, like a wave breaking, she started cumming, holding him in place, wailing an inarticulate cry of sexual joy, moaning for more, more, more, until it began to hurt and her legs released him, and she rolled away, panting deliriously, trying to catch her breath and get her mind working again.
"Good morning Miss Sarah." Your kegel exercises went fairly well last night considering what happened earlier in the day, although I think more work still needs to be done. Matron was, however, disappointed to find both your beds soaking wet this morning. Like her I only wet the bed very occasionally but when it happens I just wake up totally sodden. To put it bluntly I'm inclined to think you woke up and, like Andrew, fancied a sneaky wee between the sheets. I know you weren't wearing panties or a nightie last night and I'm always a little wary of people who sleep in the buff.
Toilet opportunities were few and far between so when they came you had to take full advantage and let it all out in a big way. I was brought up to go to the toilet when I wanted but I've found that working in the industry I do, opportunities to go don't always happen when I most need a pee. In order to avoid accidents I tried cutting back on my fluid intake but a friend told me it was bad for my kidneys to do that so I try to drink a fairly normal amount and then hold it in until a loo opportunity presents itself.