Behind the Scenes of a Wild Christmas Orgy with India Juju and Malevola Black – Hot Anal Action

“Never” she answered, “it’s private.”
I typed NEVER, and got a wrong password, I tried Victoria and it fired up. Blacked She clanked as she walked, the short chain between her ankles made the stairs impossible so I carried her down, then she walked barefoot possibly for the first time in her life across the broken tarmac to captivity in a stinking hell hole of a native brothel.. my name. Manacles for hands and ankles followed, rusty iron with rusty chains, then I fashioned a crotch bar and a metal waist band, all welded up solid, making access to her cunt or anus all but impossible for penetrative sex, but allowing cleaning and use of the toilet. Mr proposition was for Miss Reilly to perform this duty for a while, first Michele would have Miss Reilly’s hair braided in the African way, then he guaranteed she would be chained in the courtyard under the hot sun until she browned nicely and then if she started to look like she would pass for a native she could perhaps become a regular prostitute. The extra pieces fitted neatly around her neck and I screwed them in place. I undid her handcuffs and tugged her jacket off her, her shirt tore easily revealing to my surprised gaze a tightly laced corset, I cut the laces and her tummy bulged slightly. “Bastard,” she cried. I dressed her in a cloak, someone had died in it, the blood and bullet holes were still there but it was ideal for her.