She screamed and pulled back from him as far as the bonds would allow, her mind a slurry of absinthe and agony. Again the slim crop whipped across her...belly as she twisted helplessly against the bonds that held her. "How can you love me?" he snarled as she hung limply from the scaffold. "You love your husband, remember? Or do you? Where are those strengths now that you're so proud of, so sure of? Gone! So quickly! So easily! So confident that you know yourself, that you understand what you are!. The last stop before the seamstress’s shop was at Lauren Goodall’s house. There they encountered a problem: ‘Oh dear, Lizzy, it’s so good you’re here, we don’t know what to do, Ms. Dreyfuss has just called to say her cousin is visiting her for the first time since their childhood and could we accommodate him at the ball. Of course I couldn’t say no, seeing as she’s such a dear herself, but what will we do with the dance cards.’ Lauren was referring to the cards each person received, informing. I realize I have now completely submitted to her little game. I'm even more confused now. The rational option is to end this game right now and to leave, but my body and my submission to Sophie prevents me somehow. Maybe I want to prove to Sophie she can't break me, although that would be the most stupid reason to stay. “Open you mouth and stick out your tongue!” She forces me down until I feel the tip of Ryan's dick rest on my tongue. I know I'm about to suck his dick and try to prepare. I must have came at least 3 times. He came 2 more times as well. Once he came in me and then another he pulled out and made me suck his dick and swallow and show it for the camera. It was really late when we stopped for a bit. I sent the movie to my husband while Joe made some food for us.We ate pretty much still naked. His dried cum still caked on my chest. He smiled at me and asked if I was ready to go again. Make another movie? I said sure. You want to put more cum on my breasts? .