She spread the bars holding her legs out at about a 60 degree angle. This made it harder for Karen to keep the dildos in her ass and cunt. Slut told ...er, “You better not let the dildos slip out or there will be hell to pay. As it is, you are here for the night and it will be a very unpleasant experience.” To increase Karen’s anxiety, slut told her, “Let me tell you I have experienced everything in this room more times than I can count. I’ve been whipped, electrically tortured, had piercing. They are also a bit weak, so I'll paint them with a hardenerbefore attaching the acrylic nails."And off she went, prattling on, about her relationship with Steve inlevels of detail no woman had ever opened herself to me before. Was thishow women spoke to each other, and if so, why was she speaking like thisto me? I had little need to say anything, just nodding or gruntingagreement. In between she kept up the lesson on nail care, so I had sometrouble separating one topic from another at. Helga had a feeling that this would likely not be the last time Nicolas would find himself in such shape.The swelling was down enough that his eyes finally were able to see again three days after the beating."I don't understand, I didn't do anything," Nicolas mumbled as Ingrid fed him a warm flavorful soup.He started, spilling some of the hot liquid from the bowl onto his stomach at the response from the door."You didn't do anything, it is part of what you have to go through, that is the only. It started high on her hips and plunged down to a point that stopped what I gauged to be an inch and a half from the top of her pussy. The back wasn’t much better, matching the front in that it came down to a point stopping just above the crack of her ass. The shirt she must have found as part of a slutty schoolgirl outfit. It was a wispy white thing she tied under her breasts and refused to wear a bra. This was Danielle’s new summer attire for lounging around the house. And it was driving me.