Edie backs off to give that camera a wider vantage. Olga is holding up two phones, redundantly documenting everything from multiple perspectives. All four women have girded on erections; Olga’s particularly elephantine one is more marbled with upraised veins than her powerful arms. But then Geena reaches my rear.
I watch in the mirror as she caresses my brutalized buttocks: contused, abraded, swelling and overlaid with the welt patterns of various implements. Then I watch and gasp and even cry out with burning b***h-heat when she grabs and yanks those incisive thongs.
Laughing at my desperate writhing, Geena slips her grip up to where these connect to the slender belt in back. Separating the two she slides those thongs wide to either side, prying my puffy flaming rump apart in the proces
