Michael leaves Beth for the half-minute it takes to grind the gears forward a notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are drawn up at the wrists, leaving me teetering on the balls of my feet.
I'm quivering with tension, almost crucified. Muscles straining, I lose what's left of my balance and my weight drops onto my wrists before Richard snakes an arm around my waist to support me. "Perfect. Tell me, Charlotte, do you enjoy having my wife watch while I f**k you?"
In my strained position, my breathing is tight and I'm fighting for the words. In the second or so before I reply, leather tongues swipe behind my thighs again, biting in. Only a single stroke this time, but the stripes glow hot...
Sitting down's not going to be fun tomorrow...
But p***y doesn't care. p***y pulses hot jui
