The bristles whipped at her lips and clit as he pulled the trigger all the way back, the drill whining at full speed as he drove it with one thrust up into her throbbing chute. Sex Her thighs parted, a waft of air chilling her labia. Cherry was forced face down on a short bench, supporting her torso from just below her hanging breasts, to her hips. Juanita busied herself collecting the hanging shower head and an unmarked bottle. “Aaaaaargh……oh…please….not not soooo hard”. “Ooooo…yes….sooooo…cl….cl..clo..close…” she panted. The more she heard, the more revolted Cherry became. The top of Cherrys head rested on the floor, the strain of her position leaving her thighs wide and quivering. Three livid red lines left by the whip.But still she refused to move or scream. Her succulent pink lips wrapped around the rim of his cock, sucking like a baby at its thumb, drawing the last of the sperm from his slowly softening penis. Elbows strained down at right angles to her body, wrists sore and chafing, strapped down either side of her head, also immobilised by a wide tie around her neck. “Just need to insert this – some of our clients like to see whats going on inside as well as out” he said, looking at her pained yet puzzled expression.
