As I lay on the bed, naked, he got his ties out and tied me, spread-eagled to the 4 corners. He stuffed my bikini bottoms into my mouth and used my bikini top to cover my eyes. I thought that he was just playing games and didn’t object; I knew that he would never hurt me. The next thing that I knew, Ryan was talking to room service on the phone and ordering a bottle of beer. “Ryan, untie me - please.” I young said, but all that he could hear was garbled noises. Ryan sat beside me and rubbed my clit until there was a knock on the door. “No, no, yes, yes!” I tried to say, and struggled with my restraints. Ryan got off the bed and went and opened the door. I heard Ryan telling the man to put it on the table. I froze and went bright red. I was so ashamed, yet so turned on. I felt like dying, but teens I wanted to cum. There was a long pause during which I didn’t die, and didn’t cum. Then I heard Ryan say, “She likes playing bondage games; she looks cute doesn’t she?” “Ryan, why are you doing this to me, I love you?” I thought. A minute later I heard the door close and Ryan came and took my bikini away from my face. “You bastard sexy Ryan!” I said as I saw him start hard core to drink the beer. “You loved it, I know you did.” Ryan said. He ran a finger along my slit and held it up. “You’re wetter than my beer,” he said, “want a drink?” He held the bottle to my mouth and I japanese took a drink. He got that mischievous look on his face and the next thing that I knew was that the beer bottle was being slowly pushed up my cunt. “That’s cold,” I said, “but nice;” as Ryan started to fuck me with the bottle. Lubrication wasn’t a problem and my pussy made a few slurping noises as Ryan pushed and pulled and twisted the bottle to get it deeper inside me. I felt my pussy stretching. It wasn’t painful, just different. “Wow!” Ryan said, “You’ve got to see this.” Ryan said. “Untie me then.” I said. He did, and I sat up. “Where’s the bottle?“ I asked, knowing full well where it was. Ryan untied my ankles as I put my hand on the half inch of bottle that wasn’t inside me. “Can you stand up?” Ryan asked. I slowly moved to the edge of the bed and asked Ryan to help me up. With a few ‘aaarghs’ and ‘ouches’, I (we) managed to get me to my feet. The bottle started to slide out, but I managed to hold it in using my hand. I started to shuffle along and found that it wasn’t too bad. As soon as I tried to walk I stopped, it was too painful. She had been waiting to consecrate her marriage with the man she loved, but this monster in human skin was going to rip that away from her, just as he had her family. The light, sexy fondly, touches upon her pale skin, young caressing through the gossamer fabric of an old lace curtain, a relic that she's fashioned, quite nicely, into a practical sundress.� The vision, within the sheer threads that she dons, whisper japanese of points and curves, hinting reverently at the multitude of scars, that call her skin home. 
I jerked hard core off while prodding and teens squeezing her tits before posting her milk under the title “Baby Milk” with a picture of the jar and her hooked up to the machine. Not much got by Charlie. She returned inside with the men closely following her. Never try to open a bra through the blouse.” It was still going on, but with less intensity. He also appeared to be naked, and his large cock was glistening with the same stuff as her inner thighs were. YOU HUMANS ARE SO PRIMITIVE.” He obviously knew this woman held him in low regard but honestly he was too busy trying to memorize the beauty of her face...the smell of her body. You guys want to try fishing?"