Pierson?? She asked as seductively as she could manage. ?They’re really special. I thought a man like you might appreciate a girl who loves to wear ...retty stockings as much as I do. I’m so envious of Sheila; she gets to dress sexy for you every day. I’d do anything to please you like that!? She fussed about how nice it was for a powerful executive like Mr. Pierson to take a moment to help her out.Casey held out one leg for inspection and pretended to smooth her stockings with the tips of her. Her ankles were tied with rough rope and to anchors set into the floor.Her large breasts were painfully crushed at the base by two metal bars, not more than an inch in diameter. The bars themselves were grooved where they pressed against her soft, bulging flesh, causing the slave considerable pain. The bars were also connected to steel posts that rose out of the floor, their main function to use her breasts to keep her from moving too much on the narrow wood.Mistress Gray positioned the machine. "Sorry for falling asleep, Kevin...I hope I didn't ruin your fun." She said, a coy edge slipping into hervoice."Oh, um...no." Was all he managed to say."Poodle, why don't you head up to bed, Kevin can handle the clean-up." He said dotingly to his daughter.She nodded and sat back in the sofa, waiting sleepily in the uncomfortable wet spot, until her dad climbed the stairs to his room and Kevin began carting the dishes and garbage to the kitchen. She turned off the TV, plunging the room into near. " She grinned as his words caught in his throat. He couldn't see that, but he certainly could see her backside cleavage and she knew it would set off his desire to see the rest of her girl parts. She stifled a giggle as she heard his toolbelt hit the floor. And then there was the sound of his boots getting unlaced, and finally of his zipper. Some more clothing rustled and she fought off the temptation to turn her head and see. Right now she didn't want him to know she had a face. She just.