Pokey rearshis head. "10 degree movement", announces Vancouver's protractor. The Torontogirl tickles the little man under the front of his neck. Pokey...sensitizes. "15degrees", Rebecca makes known. Susan suggests that we need more than just gene data. We need to know theeffect of genes working together. Laura tickles the little mans head and neckwith two hands of black hair. Vancouver measures 20 degrees. An ominous voice is the background grunted, "Susan has figured it out. Weneed to construct. Good work with the ropes he thought, not elaborate, just effective. And whatever they had used to stuff her mouth was working too. It didn't matter down here of course, there was no one to hear her, or at least no one that could do anything to help her, but Freddie was always pleased when adequate precautions were taken. She was whimpering a little behind the strips of tape strapped across her face. It gave her an appealing charm. The poor girl's clothes were cut and torn, of course, but that. After that they placed us on a bench then my hands were placed on my ankles and something was wrapped tightly around each forearm and leg. After that our legs were hooked over something which prevented us from closing them. I felt really exposed. A panel was placed so our head was hidden from view. Once we were in position it wasn't long before there were lots of voices. This was followed by rude comments along with groping then the fucking started. They used both our pussy and ass. It seemed. " Well you aren't being quiet." I reached out, took both her hands in one of mine and jerked her arms full over her head. She cried out, her abused shoulders no doubt grinding in their sockets as I stretched them out, held her upright. With my other hand I checked her pussy. Wet as the Amazon."I want you to be quiet little slut. If you are silent long enough, I might just stop." Stop what?" she wanted to know, with the start of passion in her eyes. Punishing pain sluts is always a delicate.