"OK, slut," the slave with the branding iron says to me. "Spread your legs as wide as you can. I want to see your pretty little clit smiling back at m...e. Failure to do so will earn you the penalty the two police officers just described."I am scared shitless. But, I also am afraid of what will happen if I fight, so I open my legs as wide as my cuffed arms permit."Bare pussy," the slave with the branding iron says. "Good. Less mess that way."She then steps forward, grabs a hold my pussy, sticks a. After a year of planning and construction the machine was finished he called it Jessica 3000 It was a beautiful, gleaming thing, all shiny chrome. With leather straps that would be used to restrain the girl riding it. The girl would mount the machine like you would a horse placing one foot in the foot rest and swinging her leg over the side placing her other foot in the second foot rest both feet restrained with leather straps. Sitting in a kneeling position with the girls chin in a padded chin. And I got a great thrill when Kevin told me to go in to the bar ahead of them. He said that I was to go to the end of the bar and wait until Charles, he was the bar tender, came to me. Then I was to tell him that I would love to suck his dick for a cold beer. It was dark inside but I could see that the room had grown much more crowded. All three pool tables were now in use and nearly every seat at the bar was full. Only one of the four booths was empty and the music was playing much louder. We were having the child after 4 years of my marriage. The function was being held at my parent’s place as the whole thing was being organized by my mom. Since both, I and my wife were working we had taken a day off for this function. Being a predominantly woman’s function the mom had called many of the society women and some relatives. Among the relatives were my two bhabhis, radha, and lata. Both were married to my cousins and were around 4 years older to me.I had an earlier relationship with.