And you too bitch!" The third rejected buyer, the rougher looker Hispanic male shouted as he abruptly shoved away his chair and stood up to apparently...leave, but not before taking a couple of menacing steps towards Ms. Yates. Her direct boss, the middle-aged man in the sharp shirt was manly enough to take a step to his side in front of his employee to protect her. The more elderly bank officer, probably the bank manager, did quite the opposite and started backpedaling. Age or not, that marked. I lock them to a wooden frame under the barrel. Up on your tiptoes now, your body stretches to reach the ground.Tying each ankle to the wooden frame, I seek to hold your legs spread wide. I now step behind you. Flinching, you attempt to press your creamy thighs together. I don't react to your self protective movement. Clutching hold of your panties, I rip them off. The material abrades your thighs and roughly brushes your clit. The movement makes what is left of your bra and shirt flutter. Dearie knew that Verd was the slightly bigger of the two, but resigned to the fact she could do nothing about that.Before emerging from her two handed lift under Azu’s pillow like mass, Nash cheekily fondled his daughter’s cunt once he’d located it’s sticky gash in the black forest and she squeaked as he playfully pulled some of her four inch long pubes – as he always did of course.“Daaaddd,” she snickered pouting with her large fleshy pink lips. “Oh yes, it’s Saturday, you going to give me. “You like those, sweetie?” the woman teased.“No,” the girl sniffled.The dominatrix pulled them again and didn’t let go. “Is that how you address me, you dirty little whore?”“Ahhh! No, Mistress! I’m sorry, Mistress!”“That’s better,” Madame X said, releasing the clamps from her grasp but leaving them on her captive’s suffering nipples. “Now spread open your legs so I can hit your pussy.” Katie reluctantly obeyed, knowing that she had no choice in the matter. The young girl bellowed vehemently as.