Alexandra was softly moaning where they had finished with her, chained by her wrists to the ceiling and locked into a steel chastity belt. She was a handsome woman in middle age, and she uncovered a heavy-bosomed, broad-hipped figure, generously curved and bearing the white marks of a recent and severe beating. Porn sex “Not quite” said Katya and took a folder from her binder. Marie-Claude convulsed and shook in her chains and shrieked until she had no voice left. She gasped and panted at this treatment, pushing back into his thrusts as far as her bonds would allow. Her long arms snaked across the stained oak and she arched her back, raising and rolling her hips. He returned with an elegant woman wearing a long leather coat. “You must be Dana” she said, taking her hand. Then he stepped back, wiping his hand on a napkin, and the crops and canes began to fall again, cutting into her cunt lips and inner thighs as often as her scarred and welted buttocks. The Captain’s Wife opened her mouth to speak, hesitated, and looked to her man uncertainly. Alexandra was softly moaning where they had finished with her, chained by her wrists to the ceiling and locked into a steel chastity belt.
