He nibbled at her nipples and bit into the soft white flesh outside her areolas. He pulled out a small shiny object that looked like a tie clip. He gagged Gina in a similar manner. I had a nice hourglass figure.
The PussySpace team appreciates Tied up Cheerleader hot sex is always updating, and adding more porn videos every day. She opened her legs, then pressed her thighs firmly together. After doing his business, he dropped my legs and left me to dangle on the hook. Joe turned his attention toward Gina and me.
Joe twisted back and smacked me again, nearly in the same spot. He wound up and cracked me hard on my ass with his belt. With his hands, he tore open the front of her silky blouse. He was dressed in a black trench coat, with the collar raised to partially cover his homely face. She did not get out to open the door like she usually did.
Her heavy, full, bosoms flopped downward onto her chest. Rats could be heard scurrying about. We were miles away from the nearest home, farm, or business. This muffled the rattling sound. I looked closer and saw that it was the barrel of a revolver pointed at Mom! Gina stared in horror with her mouth agape.
Her brutalized breasts turned a bright pink with a combination of hand shaped and strap shaped welts. This was all part of his torturous game. He stripped her underwear from her dangling feet and dropped them on the floor. Joe pulled the gun away and poked it into Mom's ribs. Mom shut her eyes tight and her feet danced up and down nervously although they were tightly bound the chair leg. The pain began to subside and numbing set in.
Gina shrieked as one ran across her foot. Mom was still dressed in her work attire. Wetness seeped out of my pussy and saturated my muff and upper thighs. His ten-inch cock poked out from his dark trench coat. When he was done, he grabbed onto my lower legs and lifted them up.
Unfortunately, he pulled out before I could cum. The searing pain coursed through my body as the clamp bit down onto my tender and swollen clit. She shook her knees inward and outward as if she had to pee. Joe ordered us out of the van and took us into the warehouse.
The interior was dark and grimy. With a hand held push button control, Joe could raise and lower the hooks and will. Mom would press her thighs together occasionally. Joe went over to Gina again. I had to stand on tiptoes to relieve some of the pain forming in my shoulders and upper back, as I was partially suspended from the hook.
Joe shoved the vibrator deep into her pussy and left it there. We drove along in awkward silence. We parked behind an abandoned warehouse that used to house a machine shop. Gina looked over at me with a raised brow. The front sight of the gun nicked the inside of my left knee.
He took two pairs of panties out of his bag and shoved a pair into my mouth. Then he lowered it until it was about three feet from the floor. Joe cupped his hands on the front of my thighs, just above the knees. He grabbed the front of her lacey white bra and pulled his hand down forcefully, tearing it off her body cleanly. It rattled loudly on the metallic seat of the folding chair. Joe took a pair of wooden clothespins from his bag and clamped them onto her erect nipples.