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Suddenly she pulled out the dildo and squirted juices out of her pussy everywhere. I stood motionless, watching Jenny jamming again that huge thing back into her pink pussy. She started to pump away some more. My cock was straining against my trousers; I unzipped the fly and finally freed my cock.All of a sudden Jenny rolled over and let out a gasp as she saw me standing there. I stood motionless again and speechless. The bitch smiled…Then she got serious, as she told me I should do exactly all as she said if I wanted this to be kept as a secret between both of us…Jenny smiled again and she said she wanted to see my dick fully erected.Then she ordered me to stroke my cock for her.I grabbed my cock and began to stroke it. At same time, Jenny spread her legs and started to rub her swollen pussy lips. I watched as she began to finger her wet cunt. I was as hard as I could; as I watched that slutty girl.I showed her now I was hard; she ordered me to come closer and eat her.I walked to. I clipped the spreader to my ankle cuffs and snapped my legs out as hard as I could. I could hear the bar clicking as my legs opened... and stayed in place.Now it was time for the hard part. I had to do a crunch with the spreader bar in place and snap my ankle restraints to the chain. I had figured out from doing something like this once before that the easiest way to do it was to lift up my right ankle and sort of bend over sideways to get it connected. Then once it was connected, I pulled myself down– or in this case up– my left leg and after a lot of grunting and straining got it clipped into place.The T-bar, meanwhile, was flopping around between my legs. I reached down and pulled it up against my cunt. I arched my back slightly, lifting my body into the air while I pushed my feet outward from my body as best as I could and held the bar against my crotch. My shoulders slid against the blanket and again I heard clicking. When I stopped moving, I could feel the padded, C-shaped top.
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