Slowly my fingers entered, your bliss has kept you knowing where my fingers were. Mom xxx “But the handcuffs……”
“Shhh!” As I take your apron off not being restricted, next I grab your shirt sleeves and rip them open to your collar. I am using both hands and no spot is untouched tracking you like a lock I soon find your spot and stay in that area until your using the ice machine to hold you up. A few more slaps, then I move my hand to your plug, turning it a few times and then pistoling it in you. I enter it slowly and it produces nothing but to be sure I keep fingering as if I was playing with a pussy. “I have been coming here most nights to track your doings. “Well I have to run to the back for ice if you really want your drink.”
“Alright.” Looking and enjoying you’re your backside as you leave.
