Kik Sext Names - The men are in the background threw me off.

I am far enough away that it is hard for them to see that I am a slut. I am walking down the path with my shirt stretched across my back and my short skirt slicked up. The men still in the background can hear the muffled sound of the stocking tickle being applied to my ass cheek. I slowly crawl over to them. Glancing over my shoulder, I can see that they can see the white t-shirt and the black lace bra that I am wearing. All the time I am running, I can feel the hard cock pressing against my ass. Then the men see me slowly crawl up the side of the hill, sidleining with them to give them a window to look at my body. I am so happy at this point that they start to laugh. The MP's want to hear what I am wearing, what jewelry I am wearing. They know that I am as nervous as I can ever imagine being. The weariness is quickly filled by the rapid breathing of my running. My chemise is ripped off, and I wear only my panties. I dare not call it a skirt, as I know the punishment will be severe. I gingerly pull up the top of the stocking, and pull the skirt from around my waist. The men are having a great time, and the women are helpless. They can't say anything, or they will be told to stand still and listen. I am embarrassed as I stand there, bare-assed, in a very limpid state.

I cannot hide my shivers though. I slowly rise to my knees, and pop the top of the stocking from my flat bottom. I place the stocking over one of the candelabrums, holding the candle just to the top. It gives the illusion that the stock is held just above my body. I slowly slide the candelabrum down my body, until it is resting on my bottom, and I reach my hands around and spread the candelabrum up the middle of my body, up my stomach, to my navel. Slowly I place the candelabrum back at its entrance, over my body, revealing more flesh to my gorgeous body. At this point, the stockings are to be no more than decoration. Nothing more. But the men have won. I start to rise to my feet, when I feel a sharp stinging on the bottom of my left cheek. I immediately stop and stretch my arms, to see who gave me the stinging. It is obvious to me. It was the drunken MP. The stinging is a bit more intense, as I had stopped and was just standing upright, the MP close behind me. Now it is the clothes pin. I once was the target of a vicious stinging, which almost knocked me off my shoe.

Now I am on my knees, and the pin has been removed. But the MP has still managed to drag me off my feet several times. The pins were pretty severe, and the stinging was a bit more. I must have been in the car seat, as the car is off the road now, and I was caught. The pins were loosened several times, and the candelabrums now lie in my lap, open to my view, as they were before. Now I am standing on my knees, as the pin has been removed. The pins were tight, and would have let the entire VINES project go. But they have been taken off, and the virginity is in the air. The drunken MP keeps speeding up, and I had gone over the edge, if the pins were still in me. Now I have the front of a pair of panties in my hands, with the dildo in my mouth. I kiss the dildo, and slowly insert the dildo into the vagina. It goes in much more easily this time. I give it a good whirl, and the the dildo moves with me. The woman seems to be enjoying this. She has slipped out of the seat, and is standing in front of me, feet apart. The pins are still tight, and the stinging is worse, as the dildo starts to penetrate. I am caught, but not so the pin..