Janet twisted while suspended from the floor, her wrists and shoulders
bearing all of her weight for the first time. Indian porn sex Tiffany was a
trained slave, and the limits of her endurance were probably well known to
Erica. I was told to get you to the brink of one, then withdraw.”
Andrea then laughed and walked away. Tiffany knew to keep quiet. “Now why don’t you hang there for a little while since I can’t neglect
Tiffany. “I can’t believe I’m here. Surely the Mistress must be joking!”
“However, it does get more interesting,” said Erica. There was little for Janet to do. Whip marks are a little hard to explain
these days!” exclaimed Tiffany. “Rise then, Janet,” commanded Erica. Erica then pulled her captive over to the waiting cage. Janet copied her every move. Erica was seated behind her desk and a small
table and chair had been set up in the library since she had been there in
the morning. Erica took a whip that had been hanging from the nearest wall, and walked
in front of Janet. “Please Mistress, whip me, and let me down, please!” cried Janet.
