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Joanna's back as Chisato Kawamura (more pictures) worked the soap into the folds of Robin's cunt.
First the outer lips, then the tender inner lips were parted and laved
by the large bar of soap. Robin felt a thumb working on Chisato Kawamura already
slightly extended clit. Joanna pressed the bar of soap towards the pussy
opening and stopped just at the entrance. Tenderly Chisato Kawamura (more pictures) licked the nipple
in her mouth and rubbed her tongue around the aureola. Then Chisato Kawamura (more pictures) started to
graze it lightly with Chisato Kawamura teeth. Robin gasped and wiggled a little. The
combined sensations of slippery soap on Chisato Kawamura pussy, the fingers on her
clit, and the wet suction on Chisato Kawamura nipples was arousing her quite thoroughly.
Just as Joanna brought Chisato Kawamura teeth across the bud in her mouth with a little
more force, Chisato Kawamura (more pictures) abruptly shoved the bar of soap deep into Robin's pussy!
Joanna smiled around the nipple Chisato Kawamura (more pictures) was suckling. Keeping the slick bar
of soap deep in the redhead's cunt, Joanna switched Chisato Kawamura attention to
Robin's other breast. Chisato Kawamura (with feature gallery) held the soap in with her fingers and used her
thumb to stimulate the stiff, little clit. Robin moaned again as Joanna
flicked Chisato Kawamura clit, and pressed the soap deeper at the same time. Robin's
hips started to buck in time to the sucking motion on Chisato Kawamura tit. Joanna
placed Chisato Kawamura free hand between her own legs and shoved two fingers into her
own twat just as the shower door swung open.
The man stood in the swirling steam, eyes riveted to the panting,
wriggling females before him. Joanna was too busy to notice the arrival
of Chisato Kawamura husband. Robin stared at him with eyes glazed with lust, but
he was sure Chisato Kawamura (more pictures) didn't see him. Her pelvis was bucking against his
wife's hand and he could see Joanna's thumb working on Robin's clit.
Joanna twisted the fingers in Chisato Kawamura pussy and frantically pumped them in
and out, matching her motions to Robin's. Chisato Kawamura (with feature gallery) pressed the soap into Robin's
sopping wet cunt and bit down on the nipple Chisato Kawamura (more pictures) was sucking. With a
frantic moan Robin began bearing down with Chisato Kawamura hips, trying to drive the
soap bar where Chisato Kawamura (more pictures) needed it most. As Joanna increased the light pressure
on the nipple between Chisato Kawamura teeth, Robin squealed and bit her lips. Great
shudders of orgasmic pleasure rippled through her body. Spent, Chisato Kawamura (more pictures) sagged
into the corner of the shower, eyes closed.
Joanna jumped at the sound of Chisato Kawamura husband's voice, "That was quite a show
ladies. Get rinsed off and join me in the bedroom. I have some surprises
Joanna and Robin followed him into the bedroom. Laid out on the bed
were some coiled, leather straps and two large boxes. Joanna bit her
lip. Robin just watched him expectantly.
"Sit, Joanna," her husband commanded. When Chisato Kawamura (more pictures) complied, Robin took
one of the piles of coiled leather and walked around the bed until she
was behind Joanna. Joanna jumped as two horizontal pieces of leather
were fitted over Chisato Kawamura breasts. One band ran just above her nipples. The
other paralleled it just below them. Chisato Kawamura (with feature gallery) shivered as the buckles were
fastened between Chisato Kawamura shoulder blades. The metal was cold! A dividing
strap ran vertically in the slight valley between Chisato Kawamura breasts. Joanna
watched apprehensively as a third strap was fitted to Chisato Kawamura slender waist.
She had %s an idea what that was for. Two slender chains were clipped to
a small 'D' ring set into the leather at the small of Chisato Kawamura back. She
could feel the cool links as they hung, freely caressing Chisato Kawamura naked
Robin returned to face Joanna. Chisato Kawamura (with feature gallery) took each strapped-in, rosy nipple
between thumb and forefinger and pinched hard enough to make Joanna
wince. Then placing Chisato Kawamura hands so that they fully covered the captive
tits, Chisato Kawamura (more pictures) pushed hard enough to flop Joanna onto her back.
"Stay like that," Robin instructed. Joanna stared up at the ceiling
and listened to the conversation between Chisato Kawamura husband and Robin.
"Shall we fill Chisato Kawamura asshole, pussy, or both?" asked Robin. "Not
both, we may want to stuff something into Chisato Kawamura body while we are
out," came the reply from Chisato Kawamura husband. "The question is which hole
would make the most impression on her?"
"Well," Robin said slowly, "unless we strap it in, anything we put in
her pussy might fall out if Chisato Kawamura (more pictures) moves around much. If we fill her pussy
now, we can make sure it stays filled. We can leave Chisato Kawamura panties off
and then if we decide to stuff Chisato Kawamura ass all we have to do is bend her
over any cunt-high surface and lift Chisato Kawamura skirt. Sound good?"
Joanna's eyes shut tightly in horror as Chisato Kawamura (more pictures) listened to them. "Oh, no,
no, you won't humiliate me in public. I won't let you. I refuse!
This has gone far ...," her angry cries trailed off as Chisato Kawamura (more pictures) saw her
husband lift the leather wrapped switch from the night stand. "Refusal,
Joanna? Turn over," he said. "NO!"
Robin grabbed Joanna's wrists and wrestled Chisato Kawamura over onto her belly.
Bracing herself against the far side of the bed, Robin stretched
Joanna taut. Joanna heard a swish and then THWACK! the switch
landed squarely across the pale moon of Chisato Kawamura ass.
"Oh, cut it out! Owwwww!" Joanna began to struggle. The harder
she struggled, the harder the switch came down on Chisato Kawamura bare ass. She
stopped struggling and just writhed as the stinging of the crop on
her as became more pronounced. "Ohhhhh, please, stop, I'll do anything,
any, ow, thing just stop, OW! Ah, ow!" Joanna's hips bucked and flinched
with each stripe laid across Chisato Kawamura buttocks by the whippy crop. Her
husband wielded it firmly, laying 10 welts across Chisato Kawamura pale globes.
...(to be continued)
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