Japanese Bondage x rated film vid - Extreme BDSM Punishment of Asari (Pt. 4)

That's, nice too. It had been a late finish last night, no it wasn’t, it was this morning! Three thirty to be exact. I was knackered and hung over. I enjoyed my work domination as a mobile Dee Jay, and I was bloody good at it, I could BDSM choose where I wanted to work, not like some others, almost having to beg bars to give them a go. Of course, it did help that I was a twenty-five-year-old, drop-dead gorgeous female, or so they all tell me. Who am I to argue. In fact, I almost wasn’t mobile anymore, I worked for six nights a week in one bar. The other night, I had a club gig. So, I only had to move the music, the once. The gear stayed where it was. As with many nights at tied the height of the season in Portugal, the bar manager would pay me extra, to keep going after midnight, if there was still a good crowd in, as long as they were still spending at the bar, of course. Officially, in Alvor, the music licence japanese ran to midnight but provided the doors were closed, the music not too loud, then no one bothered you. Last night, it been two thirty by the time I stopped. And as is often the case, a number of customers either wanted to buy me a drink or chat me up, there was always a few guys, wanting to try their luck with me. This time, I managed to get rid of the guys quite sharpish, I wanted to concentrate on one in a group of four girls. They, just like everyone else, had a great evening. It had been, a brilliant night. By nearly three o’clock, the girls had knocked back more than a few. One was totally pissed, two others, not far behind. Only the remaining one, seemed to be well in control of herself. I knew that I had built a good rapport with them, through the course of the evening. So, when I joined them at the bar, we were soon knocking back a few shots. And generally having a good laugh. They explained, that they always had one member of the group, who had to stay reasonably sober, to keep an eye out for the rest. Just my Slave luck, the one I was interested in, was the sober one. Her name, it transpired, was Helen. I was very disappointed and made my way back to the bedroom and got dressed in the same outfit as last night. I knew his head was sensitive, so I gave him one last flick, which caused him to shudder hard. “Not ever cut yet” she replied dreamily, with an even stronger English accent than Susan’s. She had been sliding two fingers back and forth between the lips of her cunt but now she reached with her other hand to hold herself open and stab the fingers inside herself to the knuckle. The vibrators gave each japanese of us girls another orgasm before I suggested that the 3 of us leave. Rita and Josh were you average couple she was 32 he was 39, he was a salesman for a large domination chemical company which took him out of town at least two weeks a tied month. It’s very naughty.” “She wants nothing to do with you. The sound of pleasure in her voice was all it took to cause me to explode. You shouldn’t do that to our guest! “The bottle has aged enough as it Slave is, you know! All of my comrades still wear regulation Gaianesian jumpsuits, but here and there a torn zipper exposes a vest underneath, and there are BDSM a few split lips and bruised faces to suggest that the abuse of my fellow citizens has already begun.