If I could prove that I was telling the truth, she would be my slave for a week, and if I couldn't, I would be her slave. So we took pictures of each ...ther playing with her dildo, and she has the pictures of me and I have the pictures of her."If she comes here and sees what we are doing, then she gives me back my pictures and I keep hers till the end of the week so I can be sure she will do what I say, and if she doesn't come in, then I give her back hers and I become her slave. Here, look at. Slowly, I smiled a little bit.“What are you grinning at?” She asked her voice still firm.“How about a gangbang?” I asked.“What?” Her voice raised several octaves.“What if I set up a gangbang for you? What do you think of you and a dozen guys, just using your body for hours? You getting passed around fucked in every hole. Slapped, tossed around, and filled with cum? Would that be of interest to you?” I asked slowly.Her face twitched and her body squirmed a little bit. As she stared at me I. Now, instead of taping my wrists together, she taped each wrist to the opposite arm above the elbow. This gave her full access to my butt. And I was helpless to stop her. She knew just where the prostate was. At the time I didn't even know it existed! Holy Crap!!! The trouble was she didn't stop there. The next time it was three fingers. The time after that was four. The next time she worked my ass over with a small, greased up cucumber. Still blindfolded, so boy was that unexpected! When the. She takes the scarf from her neck and runs the silk across his body. The soft subtle material tickles his skin. She glides it between his legs and watches as he relaxes and becomes more erect. She takes the scarf and runs it between her own legs and pushes it slightly in her wet pussy. She wraps it around Max’s head, using it as a blindfold over his eyes. He feels the dampness and smells her sex. He is completely at her mercy.Zarana climbs on top of him and puts her snatch in his face. He once.