Pervert in my washroom Mojada
I had thought about getting a thick soup carrot and carving it into shape but never had done it. All that got me was the other hand on the other side of my face . My hands were free for all the good it did me – the collar was not too tight, and there was a chain of, ample length and the soft fur lining was, I suppose, a considerate touch, but I was chained in a room with, now that I noticed it, an array of hooks and unusually shaped furniture and what looked like a cross, and phallic sextoys (dildos in simpler terms) - I could move freely, but the collar and chain were steel and the chain was securely bolted to my collar and the wall – I wasn’t going anywhere past the length of the chain anytime soon. . . Misake fell to her knees and cried
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