“Now get out of those clothes…” he ordered. He pushed Sandra back so that she nearly tumbled to the floor. Only her determination not to falter kept her on her feet.
Moments later, the expensive satin lay discarded in the dirt, while a pair of rigorous hands settled on each slave moving them into bondage.
Essex captured Elise by her collar, drawing her to the horizontal rack, where she stood naked, shaking with fright and expectancy surging through her small body. Admiring her n*****s, Essex’s look of calm sophistication turned devious as he took from his pants’ pocket a pair of lead weighted pinchers. “These will hurt,” he advised her, “especially as the pain compounds over time.” Though his words were grim, his face was almost gleeful as he opened the small d
