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her, quickly cuffed her wrists to the iron railings at the head of the bed.
    I stared into her widened blue eyes then, lying on top of her heaving, heavenly body. The whole encounter went from precarious to precious. I started enjoying myself all over again.
    ‘What say you answer some of my questions now, Constance?’ I breathed in the girl’s face, floating up and down on her warm, cushiony form.
    My breasts bobbed right along with hers, my pussy pressing into her pussy, our parted, wet lips separated by mere breathless inches. The heat was enough to melt the party identification of any card-carrying Commie.
    ‘Wh-what questions?’ Constance whispered, her eyes and lips shining, cheeks showing the colour her hair fanned out on the pillow probably was, her eyebrows arched innocently enough.
    ‘What’s with all the Red-baiting material – in your bottom drawer?’
    The tip of her glistening pink tongue darted out and bathed her glossy lips. I had to hold myself back from making a snatch at it with my teeth.
    ‘I … I don’t know about that.’
    I grinned like Uncle Joe. ‘Like heck you don’t. And I suppose all this lady-loving equipment just walked into your bedroom all on its own too? Never been used before, right?’
    Her face warmed even more at the mere mention of the sexual doo-moms we were wallowing in; her body heating up even higher, as well, under my flaming frame. But her tremulous lips didn’t tumble any confessions.
    That’s when an idea suddenly hit me, like a two-ton orgasm. I knew how I could make the naughty girl talk, heck, scream – spill me everything I wanted to know.
    ‘Won’t confess, huh?’ I teased. ‘OK. Well then, I guess I’ll just have to torture the truth out of you – sexually torture, that is. With your very own tools of the skin trade, Constance.’
    Her eyes beamed with banked fires and her nostrils flared with the smell of sex in the air. I swear to the Constitution I could feel her nipples harden and her pussy dampen against mine. I yearned to find out for sure.
    Constance bit her lip, keeping her tongue under wraps. I jumped up into the straddling position, bridging her waist, reached down and slowly rolled her black wool dress up her hot, white body. She wormed, whimpered, but I didn’t stop with the erotic unveiling until her dress was wound right up tight under her chin and above her armpits, exposing her amazing, curvy physique, the bulging red satin cups of her bra and her tiny red satin panties with the camel-toe indentation down in between her taut thighs.
    Then I lifted a swan feather up off the bed, the weight of portent slowing my movements. Constance’s eyes glittered frantic, her long lashes fluttering, her body twisting futilely beneath me. I dusted the girl’s vulnerable underarms with the tickling device, staring at the lush hills of her creamy-white breasts almost bursting her bra.
    She gasped and flung her head from side to side on the pillow, her body arching up against mine. But the handcuffs and my butt cheeks held her in place. I brushed the white feather lightly back and forth over the sensitive, glistening flesh of her armpits, riding her spasming body with my pussy.
    ‘Still won’t talk, huh?’ I rasped.
    I dropped the innocent feather, picked up something far more sexually menacing – a pair of silver, fur-inlaid nipple clamps. I placed them on the twin swells at the tops of Constance’s breasts in the straining bra. She stared up at me. I popped the bra open at the front. Her buoyant boobs burst into full blatant sight, swelling up and out right before my dazzled eyes.
    ‘No, please don’t!’ she implored. ‘You can’t!’
    I could barely hear her erotic entreaties, with the blood pounding away in my ears and clit. I fastened my damp hands around Constance’s ivory flesh-cones, cupping the heavy, heated breast-flesh. She closed her eyes and murmured, her pink nipples surging like my blood pressure. I clamped her engorged