Hanging beneath her pole, her mind a prey to numberless imaginings, Gemma watched and waited and worried as her owners relaxed, eyes occasionally flicking to her tightly bound body as if to check that she had not managed to escape.
They need not worry, Gemma thought bitterly to herself, her bonds hadn't given an inch and she wouldn't be able to escape if they left her where she was for a week.
Perhaps fortunately for the brunette, it was only an hour or so, rather than a week, before the drinks session came to an end and she again became the centre of attention.
Axel stepped forward and Gemma gave a muffled cry of impotent fury as his hard palm slapped down on her naked rump, the sharp crack of the blow and the immediate appearance of the stinging red imprint of his hand testifying to h
