.. well, when I first met her I had to admit to myself that I realised that Eda was a different class of person completely. As I have said, all Sven's...victims were beautiful, but they were all the type of woman that ... well they dressed to the nines, if you understand me. Like Miranda, they'd never show their face to the world if they hadn't spent several hours ensuring that not a hair was out of place first, and that they were wearing the latest fashions; even if Sven had emptied their bank. She only hesitated for a moment, and then with one swift motion she pulled her silk shirt over her head without unbuttoning it causing her breasts to bounce up and down. She bent over and removed her breeches, pushing them down over the curve of her thighs, leaving only her cotton knickers and a long string of pearls around her neck. She looked back up at Scarlet and smiled, then slowly slid the knickers down her legs and tossed them in the corner. She stood fully erect and slowly turned a full. Her left hand is speeding up on her clit, and she’s fondling one her tits with the other. The more I fuck her, the wetter and more open she gets. I let my bent leg lean outwards, and the new angle means my other toes are lined up with her pussy. I thrust a little harder, and fuck me, but she begins to open up to my foot! Soon all my toes are wet, and she’s humping on them, rotating her hips. I take a quick glimpse at her. She’s biting her lower lip, her eyes screwed tight shut, a look of. Her sweat oozed from her armpits, under-boobs and inner thighs; the erotic aroma in the room, hot under studio lights, became sour and musky as her scent blended with the smell coming from the crotches of the eight crew members and actors who were not unaffected by watching this beautiful, naked girl get caned. Pheromones filled he air; the bleach scent of testosterone covered the smell of sweat. Everyone was enjoying taking deep breaths. Fran Carleton was an inspiration.Fran recalled her very.