He stopped his flow and had me turn and present my well fucked and open ass to him. The cold metal made me shiver. And you are a consenting piece of shit, willing to endure whatever I dish out. Another picture was taken. What a wonderfully magnificent BBC it was. He put the chain collar around my neck and buckled and locked it into place. I felt his fingers probe into my ass-crack. Then he picked up a pair of metal hand-cuffs, walked behind me and took each hand down from behind my head and locked them behind my lower back. He snapped a picture. One was a big luggy he coughed up. Then he spit into my open ass-cunt several times. Another picture was taken. He smacked my ass checks playfully at first, but then with more force. Suddenly he wanted me on all fours, ass up head down. We discussed what might or might not happen in our “session.” We made arrangements to meet up at his place during the day for a session. First two or three fingers, then four and his thumb. Jacob removed the collar and leash, hand-cuffs, and finally the nipple clamps!
