Sensual Ebony Self-pleasure
0You folded Your hands in Your lap and again You simply watched me thrash and moan and whimper on the bed. What more could You possibly do with me? I waited on all fours. Thank You for Your patience when we began climbing the stairs, Sir. In an instant I was right back here in this office, the picture you had taken of me earlier – tied to my desk with my panties in my mouth – filling my mind. A little while later I heard You climbing the stairs again. You began to pinch them harder, Sir, filling your hand with each breast in turn, squeezing and massaging each one, observing me as if I was part of an experiment You were conducting – which I suppose I was. It didn’t take me more than a moment to figure out exactly what more You could do with me when You entered the room again and I saw the coils of rope dangling from Your hand:
