“I’ll have what I want,” Britta answered, haughtily. “And then maybe I’ll give you what you need. You are unscheduled tonight, and you know how intrusions piss me off.”
On the stool again, with her legs spread wide, Robin’s cunt was the way the mistress wanted, unprotected and vulnerable, open for her to view. The labia were naturally parted so that Britta could see the deep purple folds of skin and the dark cunt hole. Wisps of blonde hair around the pretty, spread out p***y glistened with female dew.
“Put your arms behind you,” the mistress ordered, “wrists together.”
Finally rising from the lounge, Britta gathered her cuffs and rope from a shelf beside her. She was a large firm woman with massive breasts that swung loosely in front of her, while her hips and crotch moved seductively b
