As he felt her fall back a bit from the edge or orgasm, he would speed up and then slow down again as she got nearer to her big O. A short piece of string hung down toward the floor in front of her face. “Turn around slave!” he grunted. The sound of his sharp voice and commanding tone sent shivers down the nubile teenager’s spine and stood her up straight with wide eyes and bowed head. Her pussy was drenched with its own juices. If the truth were known, Sid probably enjoyed the preparation for it as much as she did. With the other hand, he reached in and pinched her bare clit, hard. “Another one it is.” He said as he slipped the eighth one onto her nipple string. “Spread ’em slave!” he barked as she spread her feet about three feet and kept her grip on her ankles. She was on fire all over.
