“The uppity b***h gets his comeuppance!” growls my seductive abductress. “Catch on his feet for me, sweetmeat!”
Leaving my butt perched on the edge of the bed, Tawny lifts my bare heels from the rug.
Smoothly she folds me up wholly onto the mattress at last, considerably worsening the torsion on my contorted torso. My cuffed, crushed arms are already killing me despite my squirrelly squirming, yet together my eager owners double me over until my butt comes up and my kneecaps further compress my overstressed shoulders. In the end Jayde stretches out prone upon the huge bed above us, with my feet and ankles trapped beneath her armpits – and more than half of my head buried between her posturally pendulant breasts.
Who could possibly complain about that last, you ask?
I suppose the only d
