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~ Saint Agnes ~
Hagiography or autobiography ?
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First times : living furniture
- the chair -
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~ Saint Agnes ~ Hagiography or autobiography ?
First times : living furniture - the chair - |
- Hello... Do you bring your equipment ? - No, no, I don't. I just come from the office... - The office? - Yes, ... where I work.
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- Let's see what there is under your clothes. Hold her, Georgette. Mmmm, very nice silk... Panty hose ? I don't like panty hose. - Take her, Georgette. To the bathroom. There are some necessary preparations.
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- First the panty hose. I don't want that in my home. Georgette, cut it. - And I don't want anymore hairy pussy.
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- Now you're ready. With the make-up of a female cat on heat.
( Click on Helene's face to see a closer plan ) |
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| - Georgette is used to the chair and she is going to show you its working |  |
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( Click on Helene's face to see a closer-up ) |
( Click on Helene's face to see a closer-up ) |
| - Yes, Georgette shoots a big load. It's good, isn't it ? |
( Click on Helene's face to see a closer-up ) |
- Now, it's my turn. Take great care, sweety...
- Uuuuuuh.... It's good
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- Oh Agnes... What you did to me... To be a simple pleasure object is terrible. It's wild. - Uh uh. But we have to look after an object. - ??? - You gave me pleasure. I am going to pay you back. Come and lie down. |
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- Nice, isn't it ? - Oh! IIt's too big, it will never go in. - Yes it will. You're wide opened. Don't forget the plug and the hook. |
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In the end of this afternoon, I have to confess that I'm a bit sadistic with Helene. When I force the vibrator into her womb, Helene whines. But when I switch on the dildo, she starts to moan and she jumps when the sensor touches her clitoris. I let the dildo do its job some minutes and I remove it suddenly. - Ooooooh.... No. Noy yet ! - Have no fear. And I push in the dildo anew. I do that again several times. Helene struggles, rears, writhes in her bonds. Now she is groaning permanently. I know she is near the crest now. When I take her at last, when I nibble at her everywhere, she starts to tremble all over. She arches her back to receive me and she surrenders to the pleasure. |
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Later, when I fall asleep near her, I realize that I have never hungered for her, I have never hungered for her blood. And yet I didn't hesitate to nibble at her nipples. When I am a Mistress, are my predator instincts held back ? |
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to be continued...
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