Release Year: 2018
Studio: HT
Cast: Cool Girl
Genres: POWER EXCHANGE
Video language: English

leep is fitful and solely possible after the exhaustion of constant shifting around and adjusting the stones that are my daybed. It feels like my body has been overspread in blows - the rocks are bruising me. Its getting colder. The sun is lower; It beams throughout a window and illuminates the details of what hovers above me. I am one of these rope harness tied carcasses. As it darkens, the chirps and squishes start -- shadowy flutters of darting fantoms swirl above me. They appear to be to be attracted by my presence -- often diving animal training me and bombing me with their droppings.

The smell grows fouler by the day; my shitter is my sofa. In the starting that guy would come and stand over me; staring, pissing, playing with himself. Today, when this chab brought me the slop, this chab was wearing a gas cover.

The everyday housework of the grounds are much greater quantity interesting as I allow my mind to wander to that creature entombed in my barn. It is less distracting of late coz of the stink, and I now need to face the task of cleaning it. I have prepared a platform based on the designs I have seen animal play the county fair; A grooming table that holds her wrist and ankles so that babe is on all fours.

For days I have been content with just knowing that it was stored there. To compensate and motivate the chore of cleaning it, I wish to take it to some other level.
I am going to bifurcate her -- 2 for one. At the head I will have her do makeup. The weenie engulfing will have a classier feel. At the tail, a machine will soften and swell her gash for my jock.

Something is up; he’s standing over me holding the darksome head bag and that terrible pole that locks around my neck. He orders me to role over onto my abdomen -- I know this control, so I put my hands behind my back just now. (Reaching throughout the grate this chab locks the shackles jointly He slips the bag on my head, yanks the chain constricted and locks it.

I hear the muffled sound of the grate scraping on the concrete. He yanks me out of the aperture by my neck. The concrete scraps my skin as I struggle to gain my footing. This is the worst -- this chab pushes me forward by that pole. It is a stifling fright -- I cannot watch where I am stepping. He appears to be to delight in letting me travel or briskly walking me into obstacles.

I’m now on all fours locked animal play the wrist and ankles. It get to be a table or platform of some kind. He pulls the hood off my head -- the purpose of this position is suddenly clear. A bucket of soapy water and a pantyhose are lying on the floor. Im sure this chab will make what is to come as horrible as possible. I can’t assist but sigh with great relief as this vile stench is about to be washed from me.

Format: mp4
Duration: 50:55
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 4822kbps
Audio: 120kbps

File size: 1.8 GB