I slowly went into the kitchen and took the water glass anddrank slowly and all the time watching her cleavage and a little of her thighs.She looked v...ry causal and asked me to help her in cutting the vegetables. Iimmediately agreed feeling a thunder in my heart and happily sat before her.She was cutting onions and I’m arranging ladyfingers for cutting. During allthis time I’m watching her cleavage, thighs and uncovered naval. Her naval isvery deep due to her bubbly midriff.She suddenly got. Or use the whip. in the end I decided to whip. I work first with his legs and his butt. I choose a subtle but very effective whip and start to hit. on the back of the thighs first. then sit on. one two three ten, twenty strokes. each lash leaving a red streak on her skin smooth and delicate. the mumbles from evil. shake your legs hanging moves that are free. tries to kick but the more you shake the more I enjoy it. I think a well hung beef. But after a while I get tired. a whip, but he does not. He only nodded in understanding when she told him, “It would be great if you could make the strap marks really light up for us. You know, make them stand out so we might actually see them without making them up.” How the hell was Ed supposed to do that? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Back in the corner, the makeup girls spritzed him with water to regain the perspiration sheen and Ed wondered why they dried him off if they were going to do that? He didn’t have long to muse over that conundrum as the director. "Helena found herself roughly manhandled to the deck, someone removed her leg irons only to bind her ankles tightly together. Painfully tight. Panicking she looked around, the other girls were being shoved back down into the hold. She managed to make out that Thomson had bound her ankles and next started to bind her knees together."Stop!" barked Osasu."What's the matter with this one?" countered Thomson."Nothing, but I don't see why she can't entertain us before you bind her up" suggested.