The last time, Emma managed to really humiliate me - it was impossible to disagree with that. Today it was my turn to answer her, and it was necessary to think of something really worthwhile; however, I did not think long about this, the decision came quickly, surprising me with its simplicity and courage.

Well, if this bitch wanted to completely immobilize me, you can repay her in the same way. To do this, something will be needed - I arrived at the place a little earlier and managed to prepare everything I needed. But the main surprise was ahead.

When Emma arrived, two pairs of leather braces were fastened on the wall opposite the armchair - one higher for the arms, the other below to immobilize the legs. Even if she noticed these devices, she did not show it. Proudly, almost solemnly walking across the room, Emma stopped in front of me and stood still, waiting for instructions. Today she wore a modest gray trousers and a white shirt, through which a white bra shone through.

Rising slowly, I took her hand and led her to the cuffs. She stood meekly, looking into my eyes and waiting for further action. First you need to undress her. One by one, I undid the buttons on my shirt, throwing it aside; pulled down his pants, they - there too. Leaving the whore in one lingerie, I put her right hand into the cuff, tightening it tightly. Then left hand. After that I did the same with my legs. The final touch was a piece of scotch tape with which I taped her mouth. Now Emma stood with her arms raised, unable to move, but continuing to follow my every move. After checking all the attachments again, I returned to the chair, took out the phone and dialed the required number.

We met Nancy not so long ago, but from the very first day I began to notice the greedy glances that she threw at me. It was a miniature, not more than one and a half meters tall girl, which seemed tiny even in comparison with Emma, ​​not to mention me. Her slightly plump cheeks and huge expressive eyes made her face even sweeter. She blushed every time I looked in her direction; no wonder she agreed to my proposal.

It took her about twenty minutes to get here. I warned her that the door would be open, so she went in without knocking. When she entered, she first froze, stopping right in the doorway, and, startled, she stared at Emma, ​​who was hanging in her wristbands. Then, apparently coming to himself, she closed the door and went inside, followed by the mute look of this whore. In her short wavy hair, slightly giving away a red color, there was a white rim, revealing a high forehead. The cheeks and the entire skin around the eyes are strewn with freckles, in the green eyes sparkles endless fun, the lips are stretched in a sincere, albeit slightly puzzled smile. From the clothes on her - black dress with a skirt, sleeveless, leaving her shoulders and legs open. On her feet are black stockings with lace rims at the top and black high-heeled shoes.

I wake up. Nance threw the bag she was holding into her chair and walked over to me. She timidly laid her hands on my chest, she timidly raised her head, as if wanting to look into my eyes. I silently wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to me. With a slight shudder, she closed her eyes and leaned forward toward my lips. I must say, despite the apparent timidity, she kissed with such ferocity, as if we were already having sex and she was on the verge of an orgasm. I literally felt her whole body tremble. One of her hands slid down my stomach, then lower, to the member hidden under jeans. She ran her tiny palm over it several times, then began to unbuckle the belt with a sudden quickness. I gently took her hands in mine and pulled away. Nance looked at me blankly, but one light pressure on her shoulders was enough for her to understand what I wanted.She willingly thumped on her knees and already there, below, began to dig with my pants.

While she was busy with this, I managed to look at Emma. She didn’t take her eyes off us, but I still couldn’t say how she felt about that. From this, my thoughts distracted Nancy, who finally unzipped my jeans, pulled them down and took my dick in her hand. She drove it for several seconds all over the trunk, then grabbed it with two palms and began to sit down at once with her pretty mouth on it. Gasping, she tried to push the penis as deep as possible, then pulled him out, licked him like a lollipop, and tried again, not forgetting to work with pens during all this. Under her tongue a member quickly petrified, having come to the desired state, I did not even have to send it - she did everything so skillfully and passionately.

Pulling her away from me again, I threw aside the pants with the pants dragging on the floor, crouched next to Nance, gesturing for her to lie down on the floor. She obediently followed this instruction, immediately spreading her legs and lifting the hem of her dress. Isn't she smart? I leaned down, kneeling, and ran my fingers over her black panties. She continued to lie, not looking away from me. I touched the soft, velvety fabric more persistently, trying to press on the clitoris, then with a sharp movement tore off her panties and threw them towards Emma.

Reddened Nance raised her hips, spreading her legs even wider. I happily bent down and touched my lips to her fully shaven pubis, then ran my tongue between the lips, plunging it inside. She gasped, pulled the dress to her, so that it did not interfere, and put one hand on my head.

I played with her clitoris almost continuously, with my fingers apart the folds of skin in which he was hiding, and with his mouth pressed to him. Feeling this little bump, I began to lick it, pinching my lips, slightly squeezing between the teeth. After a couple of minutes, Nance went screaming, ready to cum, squeezing my hair into a fist ... And I stopped, not allowing her to reach orgasm; in response, after a moment's pause, she exhaled intensely and looked at me reproachfully, pouting her lips. Smiling at her spontaneity, I started massaging the clitoris again, waiting for her to find herself again on the edge of an orgasm, then to interrupt again.

So I mocked her for a while, until I decided that she had had enough. Having taken again to lick her pussy, I suddenly felt how she was pressing my head to her with all her strength, as if trying to prevent me from sneaking off again. Grinning to myself, I earned my tongue more intensely, after a minute feeling how her grip had weakened - apparently, Nance realized that I myself decided to finish the job. I raised my head and continued to caress her fingers. The orgasm was not long in coming - she began to tremble, all the way down to her fingertips. Her moans turned into some kind of primitive howl, she turned over on her side, squeezing her hips tightly and as if trying to close her hand, which, however, squeezed tight, preventing me from releasing. In the eyes of Emma, ​​I continued to caress the little one while she finished, wriggling on the floor. Shoes slipped off her legs and remained lying somewhere in the middle of the room.

I was able to free my hand, all shiny from the juices, only when Nance had calmed down and went limp on the floor. Sensing this, she opened her eyes, as if in a slumber, lifting her head, and stared at me. Realizing her hint, I leaned down and dug into her lips. This kiss was not as violent as the first, it was more tenderness, which happens to lovers after sex. But so far I have not thought to end it.

Leaning on the floor with one hand, the second I began to unbutton numerous buttons and clasps on her dress, untie the laces tightened on her shoulders. Now she pulled away from me, smiled, sat down and began to help me. I lowered her dress to the waist, where it was pulled together by some kind of belt, which I didn’t want to look for in the folds of the fabric - so I left it hanging like that.Under the dress, Nance had no bra, her small but juicy breasts did without him.

Getting up, I took off my shirt. Nancy rose after me. I pushed her against the wall, next to Emma, ​​who continued to watch us without making a sound. Then he ordered her to stand on the face of the wall, leaning on her hands and spread her legs wide. She obediently resigned, taking the correct posture, lifting her ass and watching me with interest over her shoulder. Crouching behind her, I gently ran my fingers between her buttocks. Then, wrapping one leg around her stocking for stability, she moved closer and began to lick again. I ran the tongue through her crotch, reaching almost to the pubis and rising higher, to her ass. I licked all the juice, trying not to miss a drop and enjoying it. I wanted Nance to finish again.

When I got up, I took my dick in my hand, ran it between her lips. Nance, head down, waited. Then, inserting the head of the penis into the already supple flesh, I abruptly pushed him inside, feeling how tightly and tightly he squeezed him, hearing a short, high scream, turned into choked hiss. Several times moving the pelvis back and forth, as if getting used to her, I began to accelerate, holding Nance to the buttocks, stroking her back, caressing her breasts. She arched with each movement more and more, making now quiet, like pacified moans.

Deciding to take a more comfortable position, I stopped, lifting my baby's leg and throwing it on her shoulder, which made her turn sideways and lean more forward. In this position, apparently, holding on to the wall was not very convenient, so she jumped at the closest thing that came to hand - Emma. Nance literally hung on her, one arm wrapped around the waist, and the other clutching at her chest, while I, like a frantic, thrashed her own pussy. She dangled between us like that, closing her eyes, bit her lip and pressed her head against Emma's belly, and she, as far as she could, shook her head from side to side, trying to get rid of this burden, which clearly caused her inconvenience. A minute later, my partner whined, and then howled in a voice, clutching Emma’s body with her nails, from which droplets of blood appeared. Nance finished again, shaking in my arms.

When I let her out, she seemed to have completely slouched down on the floor, and I thought it was time to take a breather, but she nevertheless crawled closer to me, raised herself and stretched her lips to my cock. She swallowed him without the help of her hands, looking at me from below with her huge eyes, which, against the background of her flushed face, seemed even more. I do not know how she did it, but she managed to pull away just in time, clasping a member of her palm at the base and directing it down to her open mouth when he splashed whitish liquid. It seemed as if I had turned white from my orgasm, I swayed, and I had to sharply throw my hand aside to lean on the wall. And Nance continued to catch her mouth with hot streams of sperm, with pleasure licking her soiled lips.

I sat down hard next to her. After making sure that the supplements are not planned, she sat down pretty on the floor, leaning back and leaning on her arms. I ran my hand over her stomach, then lifted my eyes to her face. She stared past me. Following her gaze, I realized that she was looking straight into Emma’s eyes. In them I saw something familiar. That same inflaming, boundless lust, which I remember from our first meeting. A wish. Passion. The passion caused by the idea that we gave here for her, constrained and helpless.

Well ... The game continues.