“I could take a few more pictures of you…”
“No.”
“n****e clamps and weights?”
“No.”
“Right. We’ve already done that. You aren’t into peeing—”
“No!” said Rose vehemently.
“Making you eat p***y isn’t really a torture if you’ve done it with Kim…” She threw up her hands in exasperation. “What is it that you do like? f*****g your husband? Getting your tit milk sucked? f*****g hell! Do you have any s*x toys at home?”
There was a pause and finally Rose answered. “We have a vibrator,” she ventured.
“Great!” Steffie burst out and practically danced around. “What kind?”
Rose tried a half-shrug that was limited by her bondage. “It’s purple, maybe nine inches long.”
Her answer caused Steffie to sigh again. “Okay. We’ll do something fun. You obviously haven’t played with the best s*x toys the
