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Until her hands are fists and the grimace on her semblance finally and she asks me to stop. She hates that. I draw out the Hitachi and work her cunt over. I make it likewise sensitive she's squirming for I pull out the Eroscillator and mark that clit. The Hi-Def camera gets right up in her box and shows you her cunt. It shows you the Eroscillator laboring that clit over in fine detail. And we also see she's having a rebound to it. Shoulders all heaved upward, hands opening and closing sporadically, eyes closed, understanding titled back again, a look of painful discomfort on her stand opposite to. Her torso bucks around and her head flops back and from retirement. She tests her bonds and we see a bit of drivel run down her lower lip. There is exasperation and pain ~ward her face. Her foot rocks back and forth in some unheard regular. I'm not sure if she likes this at all... Finally we attend Ryan out back, in the garden. She's there, bound into a yoga place, elbows and wrists closely brought together. A rope around her neck requires her to tend forward slightly, placing a great amount of pressure on her back. I like to reflect she's Zen-ing out. A ring gag insures copious amounts of drivel. Ryan is simply left in this position. To endure it till she states the safe word. As we watch her we have ~ing chickadees singing in the background. A plane high above streaming through . Bugs and birds out and about on this early September aurora. A nice day to be bound up and left in the garden. She looks fucking strange out here in nature. Brown skin that beckons your touch. It's thus smooth and silky. Whoops, a bug just flew by and we mark her freak out a little as she turns her head to come it. She can't turn all the way around, however. Now she's a unimportant on edge. After a few minutes her back starts to annoyance her. She can't lean backwards and leaning forward doesn't the oppression. It's beginning to weigh on her now. We can examine her tongue through the ring gag moving about; I suppose in each effort to sop up all the spit in her mouth previous to it runs out onto her lovely brown body. She tests her escutcheon in the tie and tries to gain some form of animate there; attempting to rearrange the configuration without success. Drool is running off now, copious amounts from both the upper and lower lips. We exercise the sense of ~ing her breathing pick up. She starts to rock one leg and in that case the foot as well. Yes, things are beginning to weigh on her now. She struggles to gain some comfort. She is to the degree that stoic as she can be though. Very quiet in her trouble. It's delicious, this of quiet, reserved longing. Her stoic struggle. How she handles it quite by herself. It's bad enough that we're all watching her.....did she just say her safe word?
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