Chapter Forty-Six
“Leashed by your cunny. It thrills, doesn’t it Pattie? You’re already getting wet.”
128 cannot deny her concupiscence, for the words come as Miss Kelly gently kneads the engorging pink of her right labia, slipping in place a clamp. Before working the left labia, a finger teasingly dives inward, the vaginal moisture of arousal apparent.
Left labia, c******l hood clamped, Miss Kelly stands, turning her charge to assure that behind the back the wrist and elbow bands are secured as tightly as possible, forcing forth the mammoth breasts which so libidinously attract.
“And look at these n*****s,” a hand reaching about the torso to smooth over nubs crinkling to darts.
“The cunny harness... so embarrassing, so degrading, yet indeed so oddly pleasing for you,” turning the nak
