By allowing my tongue to just barely touch her moist s*x lips, she continued the teasing, tempting, and torment. Slowly she pulled away and then descended again. Each time she bobbed down, my tongue reached out and touched her lips of lust. I strained my head off the bench in another attempt to get more of her, but Samantha stepped away. My head dropped back to the bench, as she reached my left foot and hooked the restraint shackle securely around my ankle. My Mistress concluded my bondage by strapping the last manacle around my remaining limb. As I lay spread eagle on the torture bench, I was once again helpless and at their mercy.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes, Marcy. He’s all yours, but don’t loose control of your hormones and let him blow.”
“Okay, Sam. I’ll entertain him. Don’t worr
