Mrs. Dupree put the strap down and stroked Pippa’s soft blond hair. “There, there, we are finished. You go to the toilet and wash your face.” Pi...pa sat on the toilet. In spite of the desperation in her bladder, it took a little while before she was able to release a trickle from her throbbing pussy. She remembered the three who were waiting in the lounge. How could she ever look at Amy White again? * Nothing was mentioned when Pippa and Mrs. Dupree entered the lounge. Elaine was dying to talk. The butt-plug felt like a telephone pole in her ass, and her pussy muscles ignored her demands to stop, contracting rhythmically around the dildo. There was no room in her mind now for anything but the physical sensations this devilish bondage forced on her. Once again she felt she had become a disembodied cunt, lost in the waves of orgasm, coming almost continuously now, unable to stop even if she'd been asked to. It took all of her will to concentrate enough on walking... to simply. More

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