22 minutes in, he moves my dress tot he side to let my titties out and puts clothes pins on my nipples. This always sets me off. Despite my aching feet, my throbbing arms, my stretched out mouth, and my straining neck, my direction of focus are now in my nipples. When I start to lose all energy, he brings me a chair. He places it right behind me so that all I had to do was lower myself but he knows damn well that I wasn't able. He LOVES mind-fucking me! I wanted so badly to sit but the only way I could, was to plant my ass on the chair and pull the rest of my body down which was impossible wit...

22 minutes in, he moves my dress tot he side to let my titties out and puts clothes pins on my nipples. This always sets me off. Despite my aching feet, my throbbing arms, my stretched out mouth, and my straining neck, my direction of focus are now in my nipples. When I start to lose all energy, he brings me a chair. He places it right behind me so that all I had to do was lower myself but he knows damn well that I wasn't able. He LOVES mind-fucking me! I wanted so badly to sit but the only way I could, was to plant my ass on the chair and pull the rest of my body down which was impossible with my arms already being pulled so high. Martin provides a little bit of relief and lowers my hands so that I can sit but that was all I got. The chair is where I stayed.