Her head was secured in a padded ring, much like you would find on a massage table, only this one adjusted to pull her head back slightly.With her ass...high in the air, her whole body was held tightly in place accept for those large breasts, which hung down freely.No longer able to see what was going on, Lisa knew they were doing something behind her. Something that obviously had the attention of the men at the table.That’s when Lisa heard something she couldn’t make out. It was a steady ‘pssh’. The reaction seals her perfection. Her eyes begin to glaze, breath caught in her throat, a purr softly and unwillingly escaping. The tip continues into the bodice, circling a nipple before suddenly being forced deep towards her groin. Instead of her defiance, there is only a strangled moan of pleasure as Isabelle tosses her head back and bites her lip in useless resistance.As suddenly as he completed the test, James' removes the crop, causing a gasp to emit from Isabelle and the abated breath. If she wants people to look at her picture, it's not going to be a picture of her face." Do I look like that?" No, doll. You have a perfectly beautiful face." You know what I mean." I do, but I don't. Does your face look like mine? We both have two eyes, two ears, one nose; but vive les differences." I think that your face is cute." Well all your parts correspond to the ones in the picture. But you have a most adorable little pussy, and she -- frankly -- does not." You download those pictures.". "Jesus Christ! Was that an invitation? "Would you like me to help rub some of those red spots?" I asked while inwardly wondering where I had found the necessary courage to proposition her."That would be nice," she said. "I can't reach where the clasp was rubbing my back." She rolled over on her stomach. Relieved that she couldn't see my erection, I moved to the couch and sat gingerly on the edge against her hip.The bra strap had left marks on her back. I gently began massaging those reddened.