Savita Bhabhi…I mean Randi, I recognized you in our last meeting & I shot a video of our last session. I showed it to our boss & he was so desperate...to meet you for such a hot session. So I called you here for him. Now you decide you want to serve him or these videos can go on the net….I was getting blackmailed, now I realized why he paid me money. I was cursing myself. Why I hooked up with Aralu? I said boss please keep it among three of us. I will do what you want. He laughed. Good girl, do. "I love you, Lisa." I know." I smiled, just for her, but I wanted her to understand me, how I needed to know what it was I saw in my sleep.I'd dressed like a tomboy, which seemed natural for me. It was me all over. My scuffed boots, frayed jeans and the small t-shirt I wore, with a faded Dickie's logo over my smallish breasts. I had Audrey's jacket, the suede one with tassels on the sleeves, and that was all. My blonde hair was loose and it had grown uneven beneath my shoulders. I had a little. "Nice bum on yer, Mrs. Bet your hubby gets a fair share of that at night!"The black man laughed at his partner's humor and stared with dreadful intent right into Fiona's nervous eyeballs. She hoped he couldn't read her lack of confidence because of her advanced years and sagging assets. With all the young stuff hopping around in the sand, these two might be more interested in a female more their own age."I am sorry to say my husband is deceased but you are quite right. He kept me bent over day. She made a mental note to try it later.The chains that held the slave were suspended from the ceiling and were retractable. Darla started winding the arm chains up, stretching the slave to stand on just his toes, his arms spread wide. Darla took very light nylon cord and wrapped it around his balls. She then encircled his thick cock with the same rope; his cock was completely covered except for the bulging purple engorged head. She ran the rope over the rafter and tugged it tight.The slave was.