She could never remember feeling this turned on or needing to cum this bad. Hoby’s hands left her breasts and traced a path up her arms to where her...wrists were bound. He released the carabineer holding her wrists from the chain, allowing her arms to drop. Stepping back he told Ashley to turn around and bend over at the waist. Once she did this he clipped the carabineer to one of the corner bedposts. He manipulated her so she was bent over at the waist with her legs spread and hands holding the. As she stood shivering slightly she looked round the room and quickly recognised it for what it was, a torture chamber. The nipple clips, clamps and thumbscrews she recognised, and the other Judas Chair for impaling miscreants was unmistakable. The other items she could only guess at, but they did not bode well for her comfort and safety in the next few hours.Seeing her fearful glances into the far corner, the Emir tried to reassured her, "No, I don't intend to impale you. I know how that. “You seem ... uncomfortable ... Master,” she noted, reaching across to place her hand on his. “Did this one do something to make you feel ill at ease?”Her touch was cool and soothing as she caressed him, her slender green fingers stroking the back of his hand.“No, it’s nothing you’ve done, I promise,” John replied, meeting her curious gaze with a reassuring smile. He studied her for a moment, trying to find the right words. “I’d like to be honest with you though, Neysa. Jade suggested that I. When I walked in with the glasses for them Jim had his pants open and was gently stroking his long black cock as he watched the white woman on the TV screen sucking a black cock while another was shoved in and out of her pussy.Jenn entered almost on my heels and went to sit next to Jim. She'd dressed in a sheer black long sleeve top that had feathers around the neck and cuffs, it hid nothing and her nice plump tits stuck out against the fabric. She also wore black thigh highs, kinda sexy ones.