"Don't freak out, I'm just adding some water for effects." She heard Thomas say as she felt him dribbling some water onto her face and chest. Thomas s...iled, seeing that the water just made his mother's shirt even more transparent, her hard nipples almost clearly visible, as he started filming from different angles again. For ten more minutes Gwen fucked her pussy hard, moaning and thrashing her head from side to side in pleasure, wet splashing sounds filling the room. She thought she was going. It seems that I did too good of a job tightening her skirt. She was completely covered from every angle through the first two hours of our day. Even sitting and watching a few shows didn't do the trick. She also kept asking me if her skirt was open, so I was hesitant to adjust it looser. Then I offered her a beer. As we drank, she became more relaxed. We even attended a beer tasting event! After relaxing like this for some time, we went to the bathroom. When she came out, she asked me to adjust. He looked like he didn't even hear what I just said, all the while staring at me no less. "Hello? Did you just hear me?" "Oh I heard you, I'm just deciding what to do with you."A sliver of fear shot through my spine. Oh my God, is he going to do what the other man did to me? No, he can't, he just can't. I started to cry, afraid of this man. "Hey bitch!" My crying immediatly stopped, replaced with an even bigger sense of fear. "Don't fucking cry! I haven't even started with you yet!"He walked. It also supported the wooden beam that her legs were tied to in a macabre way. She felt utterly exposed and helpless in this position. A position the man in charge of her bound body had just taken advantage of, as he played with the simple two button control that lowered and raised the entire contraption she painfully hung from.First, he had hoisted her trapped body up high enough so that he could make good use of a leather flogger with rough metal tips. He had taken great delight in whipping.