She was wearing a light pink tank top which was stretched almost obscenely across her chest. I was pretty certain that she wasn't wearing a bra since ...he material was so smooth and her nipples so large. Her softly tanned skin reflected the sunlight almost like it had a light of its own. She stood up to meet me and her long, curvy legs were framed by a pair of denim shorts that hugged her hips snugly. Her smooth feet were encompassed by leather sandals.I stepped up and received a light peck on. Each of the men had now sent in his ideas as to how she be bound and tormented as the final act was too be preceded by an agreed two whole hours of painful torture composed of their instructions edited and coordinated by Mike, it was to include sex with a number of folk including both Mike and Simon. The saddies had wanted longer but she had negotiated it down to two hours though in return she now could not refuse any scenario they suggested she would know of these beforehand and that was. ”“I’m still going, aren’t I? That’s my price, apparently: twenty-five million pound Sterling. It’s obscene, I don’t mind telling you. It doesn’t sit right with me at all.”“Actually your price is about two hundred and fifty pound Sterling, which is what you charged to voice an ad for a double glazing company via Black Magic Studios last year, to do those boys a favour. But we’ve discussed that before. And you are welcome to decline the money. I’m sure the shareholders of Aston Martin would love. That Bryana had settled so smoothly into the submissive position was no doubt due her changing as well as what she was already used to. If she could remain there, there was a part of Drexa that toyed with leaving her as she was. As much fun as blind adoration was, there was something good for the ego in having at least one person close with the ability to truly appreciate the magnitude of her genius and the victory that would bring to pass. For now though, she was simply to be used. Fingers.