Montana Bones Delivering Backshots To A Curvy Ginger Adora

My word might mean something to Father, but I won’t lie.” I gave her a somber look, “I think he’s been lied to enough on your behalf.”
Mother gulped, her eyes filled with shame. She shivered in arousal from the degradation. She was forced upright with her hands overhead, and I made sure to crank the lever until her ankles and wrists were white with pressure. She convulsed violently in her binds, the chains rattling, her wrists rubbing raw. She tilted her face toward me, and upon it was an expression so ravenous and lecherous that it almost took me aback. That was the only courtesy given. “You’re doing so well, just a little bit more!” I encouraged, and cranked the lever once more. Her belly stretched below her presented breasts, her back arched to enhance the bulge of her ass, and her thighs rubbed, desperately trying to quell the craving between them.