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Helga stomped and dropped the whip over to her toy table, her eyes bold Michelle to comment. She selected a small black pouch and strolled over to Greg, self-confidence flashing on her face. Michelle got up to take a look and was wondering why the cock was squeezed into a little bag while the balls were simply hanging there, peeking out of a large hole. Michelle was about to comment when Helga swore and tore the upside-down cockbag off and threw it throughout the space. Greg s building muscle was limp and small from the treatment. Michelle felt a moment of pity and awaited Helga to go back to her toy table. While Helga was choosing a brand-new toy of pain, Michelle wrapped her ruby lipstick lips around Greg shandy tool and drew gently. Her mouth left him as quickly as he solidified and Greg was considering that this was the nicest time he had actually ever had actually while bound.

Greg concurred since he was currently naked and it's best for kidnap victims not to argue. Because she was hoping that sex may clean out Michelle's memory of her genuine nature, Helga agreed. Michelle accepted herself because she was extremely randy and hadn't made love in a minimum of four hours. It also had something to do with the video camera she had running in the corner. She figured that even though Greg wasn't going to be barking like a dog, she might still use a tape of him in a threesome as blackmail. Michelle led Greg by his dick and brought him to the waterbed. Helga swept the chains off the bed and climbed up in with them. Greg pulled Michelle's flimsy excuse for a bikini complement and aimed his mouth for her tanned silver dollar size nipples. The silicon moved underneath his tongue as he snapped her ever stiff nipples. Greg pressed Michelle to her back and parted her legs with his thighs. Well, he believed he was parting Michelle's legs but in fact Michelle's legs basically part on their own.

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