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Taking out wrist restraints, I tied her arms to the upper posts of the bed, and then repeated the process on her feet. To the four posts she was bound, blind and waiting helplessly to find out what was next. As she lay there, I slowly slid my fingers across her tummy, and then up to her breasts, where I pinched her nipples and then swatted her tits with my hands. As she took a sharp breath of air and gasped, I could see the moisture start in her open pussy, taking two plastic cloths pins, I attached one to each lip of her wet, hot pussy lips. Giving her a second to realize what I had done, I went to the kitchen and got a tray of ice from the freezer. Slowly I ran a cube across her nipples and around her breasts, watching the nipples harden like two soldiers standing at attention. Two more cloths pins came into place on the hard nipples, making her gasp yet again. Then I light the candle, slowly allowing drops of wax to fall on her breasts and tummy. Coming closer down to her wet. I faced Tony against the background noise of splashing water while squeezing my legs, trying to control that itching feeling. “Hmm, 400… I’ll fuck like a demon for that Tony…,” I hoarsely whispered. He grinned his dodgy teeth bare as I stared at him with horny eyes. I squirmed as I squeezed my breasts through my top. I took my time pulling my white gym top over my head and slipped off my little tight shorts, slipping my hand under my tiny white underwear. I looked at Tony as I turned around. “Could you maybe… help me with this Tony?” I teased. Soon I felt his fat fingers sliding down in between my shoulders, hooking and unclipping my bra. It dawned on me that Tony probably enjoyed touching my soft tanned skin. As I slipped off my lacy bra I felt his fingers slowly sliding down my spine, going behind my flimsy panties and, agonizingly slow, pulling them down. I braced myself with both hands against the lockers, gasped and closed my eyes, as I felt his hand squeezing my small naked.
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