She did have to stop a few times, as the vibrations of the clippers caused Kriss to moan and move around. After she was done she gently put the shavin... gel on her friends pussy. She moved the razor gently across her skin, being careful not to nick her. Ronnie was overly turned on being this close to her friend's beautiful little cunt, she could smell the sex emanating from her. She gently slid her finger in Kriss' cunt to tighten up the skin and get a closer shave. Kriss balled up her fists but. I sobbed as I now found that my arms and legs were held, my movement restricted, controlled by the rubber suit. My head was pushed down and I screamed and pleaded not to be encased in this thing from a horror film. Down and under my head was pushed, into the suit, my head then rising into the head section, my vision blocked whilst this was happening until I was looking through the eyes of the hood.I felt hands adjusting it, I felt a stiff rubber oval shape enter my mouth. I wanted to scream, I. We took the launch to his beautiful boat that was anchored in the harbor. He opened a bottle of wine and we kept drinking and telling stories. Suddenly he said, "Oh my God, you're not wearing panties." I noticed I was showing and quickly covered up. I told him that I never wore them, and he laughed. He asked me if I was a bad girl. I admitted that I sometimes was a bad girl and grinned. Tom reminded me that no one knew I was there and that no one could hear me if I screamed. I hoped he was just. You do what I say 'til I get tired of you, or you become the sex toy of the prison dykes."Slack-jawed and speechless, I stared at Leia."And if you thought we beat you up, just wait," Leia continued. "Those chicks are mean mother-fuckers. You'll be beat up so much you'll wish you were dead."I began trembling uncontrollably. Ever since the assault, I had recurring nightmares, waking up sweaty with my arms and legs flaying, sometimes screaming, always finding it difficult to breathe. And always.