Her hair was blonde and mid-back length with eyes like blue diamonds. She had flip-flops on those perfect feet. Not like those that get crammed into s...oes that are too small. Her toes were straight and even. They were hairless and painted the same color as her lips. I could have sucked on those beauties. Her fingernails were the matching color to her lips and toes. Her fingers were long and slender like a piano player's, but they looked like they would fit nicely around a cock as well. She. Justin tied the rope around my pussy flaps and through my ass so that it scratched and chafed. He bound it around my tits to tighten them further, and then he started smacking me. He started on my tits and ass, but he left no part of my body untouched.He bent me over and used a wooden dowel on the bottoms of my feet. He scraped a potato peeler down the bottoms of my feet, and it tickled me. Justin noted to the camera how my asshole and pussy quivers when I get tickled.He used the riding crop on. "Well?" Maisie whispered as I removed my coat and shoes. "May I press it?" I barely thought before nodding and she grinned, wickedly. "Just one thing," Maisie warned as she pulled out a red object from her pocket. "I need you to be blindfolded." She looked at my eyebrows rising and she licked her lips. "She has a few scars from ... well I need you to if you want to get on with it!"I sighed. "But that's..." I started, but she slipped the padded cotton over my eyes."Don't be a baby," she warned. .in fact it tastes like....carrot? Itreaches not quite to the back of her mouth, then suddenly it's goneagain. Her stomach rumbles deep inside the snow as her master pushessome kind of warm mush (oatmeal?) down the tube. She swallowsquickly, and then the carrot-prod is back again, pressing down on hertongue. Finally her master blocks her eye-tunnels with big, dark,transluscent beads that barely allow her a dimmed, distorted view ofthe snowy pre-dawn streetscape. Jasmine sees his dim form.