He remembered the ones showing her face had a look of joy and contentment rather than horror or pain, the same when the man whipped her, she just had ... look of pained enjoyment. Gerald licked his lips, could he really do this, at home his own wife hung him each weekend, it was one reason he got drunk on Fridays, knowing what was to come when he got home and that she would be cuckolding him with that damned dog while he hung and endured the discomfort and the rats in the barn! Could he really. They were taken out to the lawn, to kneel beside six large posts rising from the grass. They were lifted from both sides, keeping their kneeling posture, and forced down on to the posts, which went a long way into the cunts. Further large posts were then pushed into their arse holes, and jammed into the grass. Chains were affixed to the breast rings, and pegged in to the grass at the foot of the post, forcing the slaves to bend forward. Then hooks were inserted in each nostril, taken up to the. The thoughts of her guests swirling about the room and playing in dark corners titillated her imagination and she spun with arms outstretched like a child with glee."Ahem!" Grayson's voice bounced off the stone walls chastening her even before she looked at him. She blushed but then indignation took place of the embarrassment. She stiffened her spine and returned his look. He gazed passed her and then spoke."I will continue my assessment in the morning Lady Canterly." That will be fine, Grayson. She loved having his fingers close, knowing they could slip into her at any time, but not knowing if they actually would. His movements were slow and deliberate, allowing her the pleasure she wanted, yet giving him time to recover. Her attention was so concentrated on her pussy that she hadn’t noticed he had stopped sucking her breasts. He began to slide further down her body. He slid out from under her, allowing him access to her entire body once again. His hands and tongue roamed every inch.