Without warning, Andrei span around and brought a metre of wickedly supple willow whistling into Magda’s inner thigh. Indian Sex Video Breaking away she took Magda’s hands and led her from the floor over to the centre of the hall where a pair of iron manacles hung by great loops of chain from the rafters; Magda locked her own wrists into place – already at the perfect height – while Alexandra knelt solicitously to secure her ankles to a spreading-bar. Taking three steps backwards she stood with her hands behind her head and her legs apart, waiting for further orders. Dmitri passed the birch to Pierre who nodded, drained his vodka and walked over to Magda. Dmitri had set the whip aside and was holding a bundle of birches up to the light, turning it back and forth. He landed poised on the balls of his feet with a dancer’s grace. “Call us when she is ready” Dmitri told her and followed after the others. He landed poised on the balls of his feet with a dancer’s grace. Her hips were driven forward and the air escaped from her lungs – Pierre’s wiry body had spun right around in a circle as he struck the backs of her thighs with all his strength.
