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I was surprised that her breasts were real, but all that takes is hormone pills. Her japanese hips were slightly rounded and from the back she looked like a teenaged girl, but that illusion was shattered when she fetish turned around. Her penis, which was now clearly visible, was enlarging and straining against the chastity device which had it tightly contained. Mistress Abigail tapped the plastic with the tips of her fingers and said smartly, “That comes off last. Now lay over the stretcher frame.” Wendy walked over to the rounded device and lay over it on her back. It was slightly wider than she was and long enough so that her feet and hands– when she stretched them out– were well within its length. Stagehands hurried to wrap restraints around wendy’s ankles and wrists. The ankle restraints appeared to be attached directly to the stretching frame. The wrist restraints were attached to ropes which went through pulleys almost concealed within the frame. There must have been a wheel or something on the back side of the frame, because one of the stagehands stood there and the ropes got tighter and tighter. After a few more turns of the wheel, Mistress Abigail said, “That’s enough,” and then signaled for the stagehands to leave. Slut-slave wendy was now tied in a very tight bow with the highest point of her body being her prick, which was asian straining painfully at the constraint of the chastity device. Mistress Abigail was in a full-body, black catsuit with a removable panel which covered her crotch. It had a belt-like strap at the waist which held the bikini-shaped panel in place. Since the edges of the bikini panel were in the creases at the top of the legs, it was not apparent there was a panel until the Mistress removed it. Mistress Abigail was a true red head, or at least the carpet matched the drapes. I hear that there are special dyes that can be used down there now. She maneuvered herself over wendy’s face and then settled herself down. Meanwhile, a slave girl– or perhaps a naked stagehand– walked up behind the stretching frame and removed the chastity shield. As wendy’s cock unfolded and grew, the slave girl slid something over it. The device was a thick, clear tube about three inches long that apparently had a bladder of some sort around the inside of it. I couldn’t tell if the bladder was filled with air or warm liquid, but it was liberally greased with something. The girl began moving it slowly up and down wendy’s cock while she moaned from between her Mistress’s legs. “Remember,” Mistress Abigail warned, “if you cum before I do you will be severely punished... and the chastity cage will go back on for two months.” It sounded like she answered, “Yes, Mistress,” but it was hard to tell because Mistress Abigail Hairy lowered herself the rest of the way down while she was speaking. Mistress Abigail ground herself into wendy’s mouth while the slave girl moved the masturbation sleeve up and down on her prick. Her cock was starting to quiver and it looked like she might be in for some severe punishment, but just before she spurted into the air, Mistress Abigail gave a loud sigh and quivered slightly before standing up and pulling the bottom panel of her catsuit back in place. “Abigail has always been something of a cold fish,” Dianne said softly. “... a very sadistic cold fish, but a Hardcore cold fish nevertheless.” Everyone at the table laughed softly... except me. I was staring at my empty glass and wondering what answer I was going to give Shelly. “So,” Shelly said calmly, “have you decided on an answer?” “Yes,” I said in a shaky voice. “Yes, you have decided or yes, you want to submit yourself to me?” Shelly replied. Over fetish time, one day... one day I want to try everything you desire. Horses everywhere, I see at least a dozen horse drawn wagons and too many mounted riders to count." I managed to wrestle her to the bed, but my attempt to pin her was in vain. "Get the sixth one Shelby. He fucked me for about three or four minutes and then he came in me and stepped back. They both needed this. I knew I couldn’t possible do them all, so I had to pick the ones I most wanted, or the ones I knew would be the hardest to ever get. That night when Dave got home, Susan waited up for him. He mumbled yes in a weak voice. Over the next few weeks, the girls went down their own paths. It was about 4" long and as big around as a small hotdog. Hopkins sighed patiently. She was so hot! I noticed a different look on her face and she made eye contact with me and smiled. Just the feeling of being here he could feel his balls tightening as if he were ready to pop and he simultaneously wanted nothing more than to come, but also for this feeling to last as long as possible. When I finally came down from my high, I looked over to the woman. Steve prattled on, what a looker Doris was, a horny chinese slut, what a fucking good ride she Hardcore could give, what a great little fucking whore she was. When I stood back again to evaluate my improvements it still looked like a penis so I decided to walk away from it! While Carrie was saying all this I was sat there giggling. I gave him a knowing smirk as I stood up to pull my dress down. The love of his life packed up her things and left without asian saying a word. It would be so beautiful. Lysera grinned and let her fingers release the Lancer. "Cops it is." How many times do I have to say it?” She japanese pleaded with me. “You’re wasting your time with telling me you’re sorry, I’m done with this.” She looked at me and said with a slight quiver in her voice, “if you stay with me, I will do anything that you want. It made for a competition the audience found boring – no better than an adult game of hide-and-seek. Ash held him delicately and ran a finger lightly around the sensitive skin under his head. Do Hairy you want to know?"