She took in her outfit, a tastefully short blue skirt and fashionable cream-white blouse, and she liked what she saw. Miranda thought the bright colors worked well to complement her dark curled hair and light brown skin. In fact, she would have even gone as far to say that she looked wonderful. Miranda gave her reflection a bright grin, then turned away, her mind already back to the list. “What else was there?” She had her purse. She had the car keys. She had music for the trip. That was about it, wasn’t it? Miranda tapped a finger against her lip. She was pretty sure there wasn’t anything else. Besides Tom, of course. She couldn’t forget her boyfriend. He was half the reason why she had set up the trip in the first place. Miranda turned toward the other end of the bedroom, where a suitcase sat propped against the foot of the bed. The suitcase was massive, far thicker and wider than even the largest typically-sized suitcase. It stood higher than her waist, even while propped against its side. The frame was made of an industrial aluminum alloy, a heavy-duty material that was far stronger than metal found in any other type of luggage, even the most expensive luxury brands. It was also painted a pleasing shade of metallic grey. The suitcase had cost Miranda quite a lot of money, but she hadn’t minded. Expense was inevitable when ordering custom equipment. Miranda tipped the suitcase onto its back. It fell onto the carpet with a near-explosive thud. She then bent down and unzipped the clamshell flap, flipped opened the lid, and looked down to see her boyfriend Tom curled up inside. The suitcase held a huge slab of hard foam, and in the center of that slab was bizarre a hollow mold shaped like a man curled up into a ball. As per her design, the measurements were just barely lenient enough to allow her boyfriend to slip inside, but the intensely cramped space forced him to ball up tight; his legs were folded tight against his chest, his arms were trapped against his sides, and his chin was snugly slotted into the gap between his knees. A clear plastic lid covered the suitcase’s open end, and the key to the japan two thin metal padlocks keeping it japanese locked shut was safely stowed within her purse. Tom’s encasement was asian so punishingly extreme that Miranda doubted her boyfriend could hardly even fidget; this belief was supported by Tom’s near motionlessness beneath the lid. Tom was almost completely naked. fetish The only positives from this situation that helped maintain our sanity was the financial compensation she got and that she was still alive although permanently disfigured. I found her incredibly sexy and when she quickly pulled off her top and removed her bra, it seemed like heaven. We had our meet and our greet. Daring himself to crack one eye open, Gabriel peeked at his surroundings. His back was facing me, so I scooted up as close as I could, to the point japanese where my boobs were squished against his back, I was super cold. But…don’t worry, because there are a few female body language signs that indicate she likes you. Her sister was squirming so much and complaining the whole time. Mrs. Armstrong gasped. When a hand finally touched my fetish aching mound, a deep bizarre guttural groan worked its way over the cock shoved down my throat. The entire lower half of her face was shiny with fluids. I don’t know why I still have it. We had a long talk, the general idea being that I didn't consider myself homosexual, I was married and going to stay married, I only wanted to play with Jim, no one else, and that if he wished to play with me, it was he and I ONLY, no one else. Both were asleep in short order. “No problem, enjoy the haze!” “I know how to make your pussy even wetter,” Cindy said huskily. Fortunately, we were only three blocks from the airline terminal. She knows all about my dark sexual tastes. I bet my face is as red as her hair right now as well. As a result Sunny suffered her largest prolapse to date. They don’t need to command me, for by means of the pole securing my throat they can control my movements easily. When James arrived two weeks later, Mark was already moved in, but wasn't in the apartment. She swallowed around me, a low hum rising from her chest, accompanying the vulgar slurps of her lips when she rotated around my base, sucking so hard that the flesh she drew upon turned white with pressure. When we were upstairs I unlocked Janes room and walked in, by now Sue had started to walk beside me japan holding my hand. My hand gripped my husband's cock. And after the hog had managed to couple up with her, she was pretty much just lying there, and letting the pig's pencil-thin, cork-screw penis go crazy, as it continued to wildly thrust itself in and out of her vagina. I act like it's because I'm interested, but I couldn't sit there another minute without getting a asian good look at her legs.