It was while they have been thus dividing the responsibility that Alice all of the sudden rose and fetched the field of feathers. Then came a shriek of despair from her, and Connie rose with an air of triumph, waving Molly’s drawers. Instantly got here a series of ear-piercing shrieks from Molly, whose wiggles were nearly greater than Connie might subdue. Alice, Connie, and Fanny had been simply beaming with smiles and gloating on the sight of Lady Betty’s sufferings, whereas poor Molly, with staring eyes and flushing face, gazed horror-stricken at her tortured and naked mom, not daring to avert her eyes! We placed a chair ready to command a view of Lady Betty. Lady Betty shrieked once more, frantically endeavoring, chair and all, to go to her daughter’s rescue, however I quietly checked her efforts. After just a few extra minutes of toying with Lady Betty’s enormous breasts, I immediately slipped my fingers downwards over her bushy, fat belly and attacked her cunt! In short, they tied Molly onto the chair as she sat in my lap, thereby inserting her breasts and cunt at my disposal and in simple reach of my arms. Unwillingly, I removed my hands from her cunt and left 153 the tortured lady to recover herself, first gently inserting her within the Chair of Treachery and releasing her arms.
Seizing her delicate ankles, they forced her legs apart and tied them to the chair legs. We released Lady Betty’s wrists from the pulleys and forced her onto her back on the bench, where I held her down while Alice and Connie and Fanny fastened first her arms and then her legs to the longitudinal bars of the bench, in reality, trussed her like a fowl, her arms and legs being on every aspect of the bench, her knees being separated by the full width, thus exposing her cunt to our assault! Connie, and the three women dropped on their knees ’round Molly. The show was also nominated for 24 Golden Globe Awards and won eight: three for Best Television Series – Musical or Comedy, 4 for Best Actress – Television Series Musical or Comedy (Sarah Jessica Parker), and one for Best Supporting Actress – Series, Miniseries, or Television Film (Kim Cattrall). I glanced at the group of four girls facing Lady Betty. Lady Betty as I proceeded to squeeze and mould and toy together with her voluptuous semi-globes, reveling in their exquisite fleshiness, now pulling now stroking, now pressing them against each other, causing her intense distress however affording myself probably the most delicious pleasure!
Steadily and remorselessly, Connie’s hands worked Lady Betty’s breasts, squeezing, kneading, stroking, pulling, and even pinching them. I noticed with secret pleasure how Connie’s eyes glistened as they dwelt rapturously on Molly’s tender organ of sex. We regarded up and noticed her in her chemise struggling in Connie’s grasp, while Alice and Fanny dragged off her shoes and stockings. Before Lady Betty could reply, Connie appeared, naked save for shoes and stockings. We moved Molly’s pulleys closer to the pillar on her left and wheeled Lady Betty across to Molly’s right and shortly slung her up in spite of her stubborn resistance. It was delicious to trace how Molly’s exquisite curves were echoed by her mother’s exuberant fleshiness, how both the our bodies had been framed on related traces, how the matron and the virgin had been unmistakably associated! They joined me behind Lady Betty and collectively we stood and critically inspected poor shrinking Molly’s bare particular person! I turned in the direction of Lady Betty who, having heard each phrase, was now trembling with nervous apprehension as she brokenly ejaculated, “Don’t contact me!” Ignoring her pleading, I passed behind her, slipped my arms ‘spherical her and caught hold of her massive, full breasts!
Having thus mounted the mother, we turned our attention to her trembling daughter. Molly at the sight of her bare mom being thus tortured. Molly, coloring painfully as she watched her mom writhing in my embrace with her breasts in my fingers. Molly, now turning and twisting herself agitatedly. Molly, horror-stricken. “What shall I do if Jack needs me?” And her voice shook with terror. The former struggled like a tigress until we got her down on the bench, while Molly had really to be carried and placed on my knees. I seated myself on it, and the girls dragged Molly to me and pressured her onto my knees with her again to me. It was scrumptious to watch the mom and the daughter writhing and wriggling, but I didn’t need their cunts touched yet by the girls and so appeared on the scene with Fanny, whom I had refrained (with difficulty) from fucking when she uncovered herself naked in my alcove. Merrily the girls carried out my commands, Molly crying, “Don’t, don’t!” as she felt the palms of Alice and Fanny on her bottom.