" She runs her shiny, black fingernails up the blonde's bare, smooth leg.Andrea is unnerved by the bold threat, and tries to jerk away from Lindsey's... touch. But, the thick metal around her ankles bites sharply into her flesh. Warily, she watches Lindsey pace slowly around the table in her skin-tight, fetish gear. Andrea thinks she looks like a whore.Lindsey has waited for this moment for such a long time, she can't help but stop and study every detail of Andrea's nude body. She has to. We kissed and made out like that for a while more. After that, Puja said she’d get something to eat and stood up to do go.The problem was, my hand was still in the waistband of her thong, and as she stood up, the flimsy material tore with a rip, and I was left there with the thong wrapped around my fingers. Puja saw what had happened, and cracked up laughing, saying – “I hope you’re happy now, Mr. Public Make-out!”. I started laughing too, and she walked away towards the food table.I looked. “Turn round and bend over TT.” Ryan said.I looked at Karen, then at Ryan and said,“No. I can’t!”“Yes you can Tanya,” Ryan said, “Do it!”I resigned myself to a similar fate to Karen and turned and bent at the waist.“Open those legs girl.” Karen said.When I did, Karen let me stay like that for ages and I was getting more and more embarrassed as I thought about all those people looking at my spread, very wet pussy with the chain dangling from it.All those eyes were burning my pussy and it was. There's nowhere for her to go. He lays the flat of the blade at the base of her breasts, his eyes now taking on a hungry glow, and she doesn't dare to breath, to move even a hair. With a sardonic smile, he twists it deftly, the razor sharp steel slicing through the fabric of her bra with barely a whisper. Her breath releases in a quaking, silent sob, and he laughs, low, soft, knowing. Slowly he flips the ruined fabric away from the soft mounds of first one breast, then the other, with the.