This bitch was holding asian onto her virginity just for me. I smiled at the thought, but I would save that for someone else. The very thought caused my sex to clench and throbbed for some attention, but that will have to wait. I removed my finger from her somewhat moist cunt and rolled her back onto her back before starting to drag her heavy ass along the floor towards the couch. I cannot believe she dared to call me Tubby Tory during high school and here she was causing me to break a sweat. Breathing deeply, I lifted her and bent her over one of her armrests. Ashley was starting to groan, slowly waking from her chloroform-induced slumber. Working fast, I pulled out my new black latex jumpsuit with matching cat ears and a pair of leather thigh high boots, some rope, a replica of a 9mm, and BDSM a leg spreader bar with ankle cuffs from my luggage bag, laying everything neatly on the kitchen counter but the rope and the spreader bar before going back and attending to my entertainment for the night. It has been one year, two months and thirteen days since my last playmate and my body was purring for a new victim. After removing her bra, I bound her wrist together behind her back. With the longest piece of rope, I formed a tight Daisy-chain knot around her breast pulling the excess tightly around her back until the fibers bit into her soft skin. Gods this rope was long, I thought as I crossed the ends of the rope, feeding it beneath both her arms. I crossed the rope once again beneath the couch before tieing them off to her ankles to keep her from falling off the couch. "What's... what's going on?", she groggily asks amateur as she struggles with the ropes, looking around the cabin a daze. "Please, someone help me!", She screams while I leave her there helpless to change my clothing. I will never understand why my playmates always think that screaming for help will result in someone coming to their rescue. I blame comic books. I gave myself a once-over, taking in the way the black latex hugged every detail of my body. From my full double d-cup bosoms; to my hourglass figure, right down to my thick plump ass, the latex clung, like it was a second skin. I Sweet had lost the fat I carried around in my gut, my japan face and arms in my youth. Now, I was toned and tight. I brushed my blown out dark locks into a smooth ponytail, topping it off with the shiny cat ears. I didn't need them but what girl did not enjoy looking cute. I had enough of her endless whining and slipped on the final piece of my crotchless kill suit. "Please anyone, save me." , I mimicked sweetly, sliding on the final piece of my kill suit. It was nine inches of pure black silicone with a lovely soda can girth, that held onto my hips and against my tender clit by thick dark straps. I picked back up the fake gun and walked behind her bent body, pressing my hard strap against her panties. It was time to get this playtime started. I hit the butt of the fake gun down against her tailbone causing her to scream out in pain and rock her hips. I moaned softly as her wiggling caused the base of the strapon to press and move against my slicking sex. I picked back up the fake gun and walked behind her bent body, pressing my hard strap against her panties. It was time to get this playtime started. I hit the butt of the fake gun down against her tailbone causing her to scream out in pain and jiggle her cheeks as she squirmed about. I moaned softly as her wiggling caused the base of the strapon to press and move against my slightly slicking sex. The thought made her blush again. He dropped the flogger and pushed the vibrator between her pussy lips up to her swollen throbbing clit as her amateur juices dripped to the floor. He had these asian plans about moving out sometime right after his birthday, but… well, they were all japan really shitty.” “Mom!” I cried out. I could resist “ no I think being in hands was the problem" with a shy grin. “No silly, a wet dream isn’t pissing the bed. God your finger feels so good on me. Give me more.” With pleasure baby (all pun intended). Soon, the Joe woman was going BDSM as fast as she could and Scoop enjoyed every second of it. “I can’t fuck my sister, Katie” Morgan laughed at the sight of him, he was visibly Sweet hammered.