Her caning must have been twice as agonizing with her breasts secured to the wood; every time she flinched, she must have torn some tender tit meat. U...pon closer look, her right nipple is indeed dripping blood.She is out of breath, barely able to breathe and cry at the same time as the torturer approaches with one of the most horrible devices ever invented, the pear. He shows her how it can be cranked to spread even wider (it is already thicker than a fist). This slave is gagged, so all she can. I can tell you guys are confused and have no idea as to what is going on. Randall and I have been weekend Nudists for years - all our lives in fact. Both our families come from generations of weekend Nudists. That is why we registered for Lifestyle Nudism for Lifestyle Awareness Week. For some reason no else in either of our families is interested in becoming a Lifestyle Nudist themselves. They just like it as a weekend past-time thing but we have both always loved the idea and so we finally. As Chloe increased the pace of her movements and started to ride his length he was able to reach out and stroke her body, running his hands over her stomach and up to her chest, then back down again to finally take her now semi erect cock in his hand.Before long he had her hard again and he was given the pleasure of seeing her hard cock straining upwards as he was able to watch his own cock disappearing into her pussy. He loved to see it sliding in and out of her and feeling the delicious. She tenses trying to breath as he presses harder,pulling her face close to his groin until she gags andspits unable to swallow him. He pulls her head back fora moment letting her gasp for air and then withoutwarning pushes her back deep on to his cock pressinginto her throat and cutting off her air.She struggles, her hands pressing hard against histhighs trying to push her head back away from him as heholds her firm fucking her throat deeper. She feels awetness between her thighs as she squirts.