TeamSkeet – Wild Fucking Marathon!

he’d deliberately gone out of his way to “accidentally” bump into you as you left the small coffee shop in the market square, spilling the contents of your handbag across the floor. The Duke speaks, “Mrs Smith you now have four choices, you may only pick one, once your choice is made it will not be changed, understand?” again you nod, “Very good, alright these are your choices, but before you hear them understand this! Sislovesme With the restriction reduced, you are unaware that your straining will allow more of the monster to invade your sex, it’s spreads you even wider, your moaning louder now, the power goes up a little, you hardly notice it but the effect on your sex is instant as you open wider, the belt slackens more as you push harder onto the dildo, this time you cry out as it buries is huge thick head in your sex, more power and the sucking on your clit intensifies, the belt is removed completely. Your knickers are cut away, the sound of electric motors whirring startles you as the bottom half of the table swivels upwards then lowers and folds away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrups a sharp smack lands on your bottom, you struggle but the smacks carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your crying, the slapping stops, cold ointment is rubbed over your burning cheeks. You begin to cry and in a quiet subdued voice and with great hesitation reply “number 4.” The Duke grins wickedly, he has won, he savours the moment, anxious to build