Dylan forces the largest ring gag I’ve ever seen past Bree’s lips. I think for sure her jaw will be dislocated but her wide mouth manages to accept it. He places a thin strap under her chin, then back up around the main support pole, thus giving her head some support. “Now you just hang there. Maybe you’ll learn something.”
“Leave her,” Gwen snaps. “Help me unwrap our little beauty here.”
Dylan gives Bree a small push and she lazily turns. He blows her a kiss, then stands beside Gwen.
They are both dressed in spotless white leather. Dylan’s pants and vest seem to meld into one. His dark hair is loose, longer than Gwen’s, falling well past his shoulders. His bare arms are smooth; no hair, no scars or tattoos. Gwen’s complexion matches Dylan’s; unsullied, immaculate. Below her short skirt
