Saturday October 10 We went into town in the morning. Jon had me wear just my shoes and my buttfucking coat. While we were in town he bought me a suspender belt and some stockings. It’s going to be nice to have something to keep me a bit warmer when I go out over the next 6 months anal or so. I just hope that I can wear the suspender belt without it showing below my short dresses. In the afternoon Jon decided that he wanted the plaster of Paris mould of the top part of my body but he wanted my breasts to be pointing out at 90 degrees and my nipples to be as hard as they ever get. The breasts pointing out was easy to work out, Jon said that he would use the ropes, rings and the motor to suspend me from the ceiling face down but the nipples were a bit more difficult. Easy to get them hard when we started was easy but keeping then that was while the Plaster of Paris set hard was something else. In the end Jon decided that it was a question of keeping me cold and aroused. So we worked out which rings and ropes we would use blowjob and then he covered my body from gay neck to waist in vaseline. That alone got my nipples hard but he then sent me outside for 30 minutes, naked. England in October is never warm but this autumn is a lot colder than the average and it was freezing. My nipples were so hard that they hurt. When Jon finally let me in it was straight upstairs and on with the ropes and up in the air. When I was about 4 feet in the air Jon put some cling-film down my sides to get a joint in the mould, and then started putting the tea towels soaked in the plaster of Paris on me. I just hoped that the goose bumps that were all over my body wouldn’t show in the mould. When he had done, it was just a question of waiting for it to dry. To make sure that my nipples stayed hard Jon got a vibrator, switched it on and worked it into me. He also left the window open so that I would still be cold. Then he left me while the stuff dried. I’m sure that it dried long before Jon came back to me because I was having trouble being able to breath deeply as the vibe did its work. When Jon lowered me to the ground he told me to be careful that I didn’t do cumshot the mould any damage as I got onto my feet. My heart was racing. I'm James." She then got up, went into the bathroom, came back out in a t-shirt and took her pillow. “So, it was good, right?” I pumped feverishly imagining the taste of her pussy as it exploded on my mouth; anal the sweet honey gliding down my throat as I hungrily lapped up every drop. Pulling up the drive I noticed that my wife’s Land Rover wasn’t there and after the garage door opened and gay seeing it wasn’t in cumshot the garage either, ‘She still must be out shopping and I made back before Princess’ dance class.’ I said to myself. I loved playing along with them. He couldn’t bear it any buttfucking blowjob longer. Then I felt something on my face. They're so smooth." She picked out some sexy panties and bra for me, along with a pretty little skirt and blouse. She gave me a sheepish look. “So what would I have gotten if I did have candy?” They can talk to total strangers like they were the best of friends.