The Day After - Part 3
The sleep did not last long, because I was with the words: "So, you sleepy head on," awakened. I opened my eyes and sat up.
Claudia stood before me. She had attracted my red-gray, very thick mohair sweater and white gloves of angora. Around the waist, she had tied a scarf. The sweater was so long that he could be worn as a mini dress. She had a support bra or anything like that have attracted me because her breasts were much bigger and more powerful than it was before the previous day. She wore black stockings made of mohair wool. She held back her hair with a scarf. She saw from cute.
"You can not sleep all the time. I will eventually also have something from you. Andrea is the one to make it with me to satisfy the other, "said the
you really angry, not at all fond of how the day before. She knelt between my legs on the bed. The sweater slipped up slightly, so I saw that she wore mohair stockings. They grabbed me behind the neck and pushed my head between her large breasts. The wool tickled my nose. I sniffed the air. The smell that came from the wool and Claudia was beguiling. She wore again the perfume of the past.
moment my penis swelled up again. She reached with the other hand for him.
"So It is good, "growled her when she realized that my cock was already hard. She dropped forward and squeezed me so the bed. I was almost crushed by its massive breasts, but enjoyed the feeling very much.
moment they had grabbed my cock and led him into her pussy. She groaned loudly. To me it hurt because my cock was still dry. The foreskin was pushed brutally to the rear. I groaned in pain, but the moaning was suppressed by the bosom. She sat up and pushed my cock even more so to himself.
"Now I want to come at my expense. Alas, you come too fast or doing slack before I permit you, "
Those were very different sounds that I heard from Claudia.
"Well, listen ..." I wanted to protest.
"Be quiet," she hissed, and before I knew it, she had reached into the drawer of the bedside table, taken out cuffs and ropes. "Click, click!" Did and snapped the cuffs on the wrists. She squeezed my arms next to my body on the bed and knelt on it. Quick as lightning she took a rope and pulled it under my head, down his back and stared at the carabiner hook. Now my hands were tied behind his back.
"You wanted it otherwise," she snapped. Then she laughed quite nasty and said menacingly: "... and if you want to rebel again, I miss you a gag. But so that you can use your tongue, cheeky, "she said, from my tail-solving and turning round:" you may now me lick my pussy and my clit "To me, she placed her wet pussy just on my nose.. The clitoris was on my mouth, I opened a little breathing to get. They left me enough room so that I could breathe.
The tongue I licked her clitoris, grabbed her with his lips, pulled it nibbling with his teeth because Claudia groaned aloud.
"Jaa, make 'more so aaalright!" she moaned. She leaned forward and grabbed my big dick. She pushed the foreskin back, bent down even further and took his penis in his mouth. So, as I sucked on her clit, nibbling, sucking, she treated my penis now. In between, she said, "Think of it, I will first come at my expense, loss inject before you can. Injected from you before I allow you'll regret it. "She laughed.
I gave all my effort, sucked and sucked in between repeatedly gasping for air. Her pussy, before or better on the nose was always wetter. She moaned with delight, and drove me even more.
She worked at the same time my penis. With the tongue, the teeth, lips and with gloved fingers, she worked on my penis.
She screamed loudly as she came to orgasm. They clutched together. My head was almost crushed between her legs. I could not breathe. I balked at. She lifted her pelvis a little, but she jerked off my penis and sucked and sucked until I could no longer dominate. The semen spurted out of me in her mouth. You flinched and got the next load in the face.
"Fuck" she screamed. "That you will regret! Or have I allowed you to cum? "
She had risen and turned round to me. With her face, she came closer, until she was in front of my mouth. "Lick it," she said. I licked my cum from her face. When she felt that she was clean, she rose and took the keys to the cuffs.
She opened it and said, "punishment must be!"
She gave me the green turtleneck sweater and black leggings. "Dress" she commanded.
I did as I was told. Can not even be so bad, I thought. First I put on the leggings. When I wanted to put on the turtleneck, she noticed that I could not, without that it should release the chain. I had to put the sweater anyway. The chain was then carried under the sweater.
"No Problem, "she said. "This is what I had already thought."
She took off her sweater and held him to me, so I should be wearing it. She had in fact a type of support bra made of mohair wool. Her nipples were free and were produced. She saw how I looked on it.
"Maybe later," she said.
Now I had two sweaters on and noticed how they warmed me. It was early afternoon. The sun was shining and it had to be nice and warm outside. But that was not done. She handed me two more leggings, which she had brought with us. They were very warm knitted angora. The move was like my open. I had to leave outside the penis. Had already become hard.
"You must be horny," she said sarcastically. She went to the refrigerator and took out a glass. "Drink this," she told me.
It was only water, but which tasted funny. "So that you do not limp. You'll probably think you can, what it is. "
I started to sweat. They gave me a water bottle and told me to drink the whole bottle. When I had drunk one and a half liters of water, for which left me less than two minutes left. I had my red and then drag the new catsuit. When I was finished, I had difficulty to move.
I had to sit down. They came with a new lock. She fastened the free part of the chain, which came out of the turtleneck catsuit of the ring. My range of motion would be smaller if they so Reserve left. But she loosened the chain from the first lock, they marched through the green sweater and Catsuits through, so that the end was free. She fastened the back end, and tackled the other lock.
"refined", I thought. So they had to let go of me before. I was sweating now enormous, for it was really a lot of clothes I wore.
She fastened the four cuffs, so that I could now get no more from the many layers. They moved me over the balaclava. Now I heard almost nothing and saw nothing. I noticed that all my Claudia Roll collar rolled down my face and then sealed the ends with a cable tie. The chain now sticking up out of my head.
you fussed something and then told me: "follow suit" They pulled the chain. She held the chain just so she could guide me better. So it went from the trailer out into the vestibule.
She led me around in the middle of it awning. Me depressed. I sat down.
"Lie down!" She commanded. I obeyed, even though I had barely heard. It was getting warmer. I was sweating and noticed that the sweat ran down in different places.
I had to slip up. She had the bed, which is one of the children actually used was drawn in the middle of the awning. As I lay on her back, she was holding my arms and legs. Then I felt it was grappling with on my penis. I was re-pointed. The wool, the sweat, the heat, the tingling of the wool and the defenseless, I enjoyed it.
When she Masturbator, probably the one I already knew from the night, had been made, they must have gone away. I heard and felt nothing.
It was even hotter and hotter. If no air flows through an awning and the sun burns out, it may very well be the height of summer 50 degrees is hot. Now it was thus possible to 45 degrees. Add to that the thick packaging. Suddenly
I felt that something was given to me. The pressure on me was stronger. First on one, then on the other side. She had to put something to me and then fixed. I could move no more, what I had been able easily. I sweated enormously. Suddenly I heard music. Again, this thumping techno beats. Then began the still Masturbator to run. I could not move me, sweating like never before in my life and was still sharp as a neighbor Lumpkins. With the drink in front of this ordeal she had probably given me Viagra. Push came as the heat. I had a flashback. The rhythm of me with tears. Those lips sucked 'and sucked. They knew no mercy. I was not yet come before too long. So many times I have never been in such a short time. And I was always pointed. It also had to lie on Viagra, which Claudia had given me in abundance. I groaned out loud when I came back. The apparatus continued. I was literally milked. Then the unbearable heat, sweating, thirst, loss of fluid. It was too much for me. Masturbator and went on and on. I do not know how long it had lasted all because one day I was passed out, fainted.
When I came back to me, I felt a cool wetness on my face. Andrea sat on my head and cooled my face off.
"Sorry, that was probably a bit too much," she said regretfully. "I know that Claudia always exaggerates a little." A blue washcloth dipped in a pool soaking wet and pulled him out again. She washed my face again and went down a little neck. The coolness felt good but was not more than a drop in the ocean.
move I could not, for I was still in the same place. It was still unbearably hot. The welding operation I stay out of every pore, but the ones milking machine was "not happily.
"How much longer must I endure this?" I asked her, gasping for air.
"Punishment is required", I heard Claudia. "You have pulled the trigger, even though you were not allowed."
"If you blow like a world champion, but it is no wonder," I defended myself weak. "I want to see who can hold back there."
there came from the other side of Claudia's face into focus. She smiled at me and gave me a big kiss on the lips. "Thanks for the compliment," she whispered.
She gave Andrea a hint. From the corner of my eye I saw Andrea took the balaclava. It was dark again, as she clapped me on the head. I wanted to say something, but I controlled myself. I wanted to Claudia is not even more challenging.
Claudia apparently had a little mercy on me, because she left it in the balaclava. The turtleneck was not rolled over his head. It was enough if they were at and around the neck. It was so hot enough.
at least I know now why I had so much to drink.
"I'm thirsty." - "Can I imagine," I heard far away Andrea. A moment later I felt a hose to my lips. I greedily pulled it. Cool water ran down my parched throat. The music started again. This time it was again quiet chill-out music. Chill Out! I had to smile. That did not really now. Chill-out means cool. It was in fact getting warmer. The sun shone relentlessly to seem. I hoped that the afternoon would soon be over and cool it with the onset of night, a little dignity.
As if someone had read my thoughts, I heard, despite the music, a thunder. A storm seemed to raise. It was not uncommon in this area.
The music stopped. The hood was pulled from my head. Andrea broke my chains and led me into the car.
"A thunderstorm with high winds is coming. It is better if you are in the caravan. Because we are better protected. "
" We? "I asked.
"Yes, I have instructions, with you to be. "She smiled at me.
When we were in front of the bed, she gave me a shove. I was awkward, shapeless like a Michelin Man, I flopped onto the bed. Andrea laughed. She was wearing a blue bikini. Blue seemed to be their color, because they wore blue flip-flops.
She untied the cuffs, the neck.
Los withdrawing from you and then march into the shower, "she told a friendly smile. I was even warmer at heart when I saw her so smile.
it went so fast, I pulled out of me.
Andrea had meanwhile gone ahead and fumbled around in the kitchen. She had placed in the ghetto-blaster a CD of Queen.
"Let the Things are easy, "she cried when she saw that I wanted to clear away the many woolen clothes. "I'll do it."
I went to the bathroom, where I first shaved and then took a long shower. It paid to have to pay a little more stall fee if you have this running water.
I had the past two days to reminisce. It was incredible what I had experienced. If I ever tell someone do?
I was now free. Andrea had also freed me from the collar. What I will now probably expect when I get out of the shower?
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