Then a leather strap was run through the hollow bar and each end came to meet around my waist area. The strap was tightly buckled into place and I was...told in no uncertain terms that I would be in the stockade for a considerable time and to now put my neck into the last semi-circular steel cuff. Suddenly I hesitated and wondered if I should be going through with this. My hesitation clearly annoyed him and he picked up a cane that I had not seen and disappeared behind me. I heard a swish and. Oh my she was so sexy wearing red saree slim and medium boobs having a figure of 30 28 32zzzz ….. She was wearing a transparent saree where it was traveling her navel offfff such a felling that you will cum without masturbating ….So back to story she knocked the door and I opened and she said they had moved in and she wants me to join in some rituals …. So I went back of her admiring of hr ass …… I went there we became friends and shared numbers luckily she was newly married . So her husband. She got addicted to d**gs while I was deployed in the military. I refused to pay for her d**gs. So she started going over the the bikers that got he hooked and would fuck enough of them to get what she needed. Later she realized that wasn't the best way to do it. So she took to the street. She was able to make a go of it, for a couple reasons. First the bikers ran crime in our town, so she as long as she was buying her d**gs from them, no pimp could get away with giving her a hard time. . Fingers scratching down her spine cause the girl to shiver. “Call me Mommy.” The Asian woman orders. Cynthia hesitates. Did she want to do that? The paddle strikes her round derrière again. “Yes mommy! Sorry mommy! I’m sorry I’m so naughty, mommy.” Cynthia gasps. Her pussy quivering excitedly at the incestuous power play. “Mmm, that’s mommy’s good little Candy.” Estley purrs. She slips a hand between Cindy’s thighs. Rubbing the coed’s wet peach. Cynthia moans and grinds her yearning cunt into.