As soon as Carol heard those sounds she understood. Then I held the waistband open with both hands and fitted it over her face—turning the underwear sideways so that the top of her head came through one of the leg-holes…and the crotch, catching on the top of her glasses, covered her eyes. Indian XXX Uncovered, her screams would have been heard for a great distance even through cinderblock and probably would have caused a number of 911 calls to be made. Yes! Everything about her was petite, so it took time and patience to get my cock fully buried in her passage. Jonathan! I walked behind her and placed the wastebasket on the floor between her legs with a loud thump. “Hello, Jonathan.”
I said nothing; just looked at her inquiringly. But she definitely noticed when I switched it on. I set it to use the available light—mostly from my desk lamp, which I turned on her like a spotlight—and took a full-length picture of Carol tied to the wardrobe with my underwear over her face. “So you’ll lick the shit out of my underwear whenever I tell you to, right?” I pinched her nipple through the bra, hard.
