Charlotte was riding the crest of her first orgasm, working on his cock, she felt the tension and then the pain, she cried out, writhing, her hips going to him, taking more of him into her.  She looked at him, her eyes wide as she felt him claim her.  She would always remember him for this.  He was so nice, she wished it was just the two of them.  She hadn't realised she was restrained until the cold metal sent a ripple of a chill through her.  She gasped, pulling, but so many feelings hit her she actually liked being strapped down, she was theirs and couldn't stop them.  She liked that.<br/><br/>She sucked hard on the cock in her mouth, her eyes focused on GoodFellow, he was making her feel so good.  She cried around the cock, their willing victim.  Another orgasm hit and she cried out, moaning loudly as she sucked harder, her body theirs to enjoy, to educate...<br/>