Now there is no escape. ‘Very fine knife. Master knife. Total control and ease of use.’ Brenda is almost in tears. Her escape ruined, she awaits h...r fate at the hands of the crazed Ginsu Knife salesman. Driven by fear and desire, she closes her eyes to her fate praying for deliverance, or an imaginary savior to rescue her. Eyes closed tightly, a captive in her own living room, Brenda listens to the hypnotic cadence of the man’s voice. His words blend together into rivers of sound as he lapses. The next picture had her with her legs spread wide. She had tiny little pink lips that were barely parted despite her splayed legs. Again, I got a better view in the next picture, where she parted those lips to reveal the treasure within.I kept scrolling, burning every little detail of her young body forever into my brain. There were even pictures of her with her fingers buried inside her, and shots of them glistening with wetness. Almost any pose I could imagine was there.By the time I hit. She can see that her breasts are going to be a problem, from now on, until she can get to somewhere with modern medical facilities.Lifting her head, she looks further down her naked body, to her sex. There she sees much the same story. Where previously she'd possessed reasonably normal looking labia, and a clitoris that was already unusually large when erect, now she is a freak. Her labia have fattened somewhat, to a swollen, dark redness that appears surprising but believable in a woman as. If we didn't want to wear it all night, we had to lick eachother clean, Alice explained. Both alternatives were horrible, but Miltbegan lapping my face clean, so I felt obligated to do the same for him. The studs made gagging noises but, again, their revulsion was followed bylaughter. When we were done with our tongues, bot of us had make-up thatwas smeared and looked bizarre. In the end the studs departed and wewere left in our improvised leotard bondage. The women had us shufflingaround.