“Hurts like a bitch, doesn’t it” she yelled as she used her body weight to stretch the fabric out further and further, past her shoulders as the crotch of the panties dug into her tender flesh. Indian hot sex Tiffany used the whip that was on the ground to mercilessly punish Angela’s pussy, with a motion like she was chopping wood. Angela made a show of moving her finger closer and closer to the remote that would send a powerful shock into her slave’s collar, and she lowered her head and began to lock herself into place. It was something she had been asked about many times in her life, but for the first time ever, the carpet matched the drapes. “Want to tell me the combination now?”
“Ok ok fine… it’s F…”
Mercedes looked down to find the combination on the locks that held her chastity belt in place, but she couldn’t find the F, as the combination was only numbers. She had no way to tell. A bit of electricity passed from Angela’s tongue into Tiffany, and she clenched. Angela put up surprisingly little resistance when she was dragged to the shackles that she had just let Mercedes out of and her wrists were clamped in.
