You can make out red stripes across her stomach and breasts where she has been whipped or caned.You can make out red stripes across her stomach and breasts where she has been whipped or caned. He reaches out and slaps her crotch. A low moan escapes from the mask. "This always makes her hot," he says. He probes her vagina and she moans again. "Would anyone care to inspect her?" A figure rises. It is a tall redhaired woman of about fortyfive or fifty, dressed in a mans suit. You watch with fascination as she examines the stripes, handles the girl's breasts, and feels inside her pussy. That could be me, you think. Fear stabs your breast. That will be me, someday! You become aware of your bonds, of the leather collar and cuffs, the leash, the gag. You shake your head. No one notices. Your lover watches the scene before him raptly. You hang your head. What have I gotten myself in for? you think. How did this happen? Some time passes before a loud pop makes you look up. The skinny kid has opened a bottle of champagne. He reaches into the girl's pussy and extracts two ice cubes. Holding her twat open with one hand he pours champagne into it. It froths and runs down her belly. The redhaired woman greedily fastens her lips over the girls crotch and laps up the liquid; she licks it off the girls belly and breasts, then looks at the kid expectantly. |