Two, four, six, and then eight padlocks were snapped on the coffin. She could feel their cold touch on her arms, torso, legs, everywhere. Xxnx The arch was now something that Susan would see on a pair of high heels. The viewpoint changed, and she saw that a large, thick tube now sprouted out of the box. It had scheduled six minutes of moderately painful riding crop strikes to her clit, with the addition of the occasionally surprise cane swipe to her ass. Andrea held rubber earplugs. It was laying on top of a huge bench, or some sort of alter, that was high enough to leave the rim of the rectangular box a little less than chest high. What did you do to me?”
“I answered that last question already, geez,” Andrea said with a roll of her eyes. But, Andrea liked having her blind.
