It was humiliating, and she liked it. It made her pussy ache to be touched.Freya sat back and admired the work that she had done with the razor before...putting it back on the table before going to her sisters closet and looking int he chest of toys. She fished around until she found a collar with a leash attachment, a large dildo, nipple clamps and a small whip – more like a crop really but she liked it. She came back towards her sister smiling devilishly. "Roll over and get on your hands and. Anna took advantage of the distraction to break away from him, making straight for one of the cameramen. ?Help me!? she cried. ?Don’t let them do this to me!? The cameraman was unsympathetic. He kept his distance, but continued filming. ?Let’s get that shirt off her,? said Bosch. ?Use the razor if you can. And take your time.? Tucker grabbed her from behind. Putting one arm around her throat, he slid the razor under her tee shirt, the cold steel grazing her abdomen. ?We?? I wondered. ?Who’s we?? Then I wondered if perhaps Marty was some kind of schizophrenic. Clawing at more false hope, I prayed that the ?good Marty? would appear and meekly, apologetically remove all my restraints. Already, I’d forgotten about the disabled padlocks. That thought evaporated when the tip of the probe lurched forward. Lurched forward and rapidly expanded. The sides of the plug were smooth and slick with lubricant, but progress rapidly slowed as the girth widened. My. Sorry Mistress.”Jayne knelt over Pete’s head then lowered herself until her pussy was over his mouth. She shuddered with pleasure as his lips touched her. “Get that tongue working, Angela.”Tentatively, he ran his tongue over the lips of her pussy. The taste of her juices and his cum made him feel sick, but he realised that if he refused to do as she’d asked, she’d probably squeeze his balls again. He slipped his tongue inside her pussy and used it to scoop his spunk into his mouth quickly.