france pierron bikini Soaking Wet Part 1 Asian!

After every live show, Martin and I always end the night with food and drinks. I was wearing a pair of tight jeans, a wife beater that barely covered my tits and some matching heels when we left for dinner.  He was checking me out the entire time.  I know whats in his head when he does that.  His face when he bites his lip and his eyes, glaring at me like hes going to devour me when we get home.  Leaning over at the table, he tells me how hes going to rope me when we get to the house and I am to stay in that outfit and NOT take my heels off.  Pussy wet, I agree as I melt in my seat.  But when I got dragged into the Playroom aggressively, I knew I was only going to suffer instead of experience any pleasure for myself just by the way Martin had my hair in his hand. I stood there in the middle of the Playroom, standing spread, waiting for his next move.  Right away, he went for my elbows and tied them together with another rope, binding my wrists to my waist.  Martin straps the biggest ball gag in our collection into my mouth, locks my legs spread with the spreader bar, ties my wrists to the ceiling and I completely fall apart.