The Helmet

The helmet

Roy stepped back to oversee his handy work. The leather pouch kept Susan's arms behind her back in a box tie fashion. They both liked the device because she could last longer in it than in a single glove. The vibrator pants were another favorite item. She loved doing sessions with them, and he liked looking at her increasing frustrated movements after the first orgasm. And the second one, and the third one. At one time, she had succeeded in squeezing out seven, before passing out.

He reached out and gave the rubber egg a series of quick squeezes, inflating the dildo in her behind even more. And despite the ball gag, he could hear her giggle, inside the helmet.
The helmet! That was a new item. It was made in a gas mask fashion, and it had a twist of which he had not yet informed her.

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