“Let’s play a game, psycho - what really makes Roxy cum?” “Sounds like my kind of game, Sir.” First, the rope went around my wrists, then the shocker collar went on. I smirked, this is very much my kind of game. He took out the Motorbunny and set it on the floor. An interesting twist, but I was happy to comply when he told me to get on. Lastly, the gag in my mouth to stifle the tormented gasps or feverish moans of a brat on edge. The Motorbunny shakes between my legs, turned up and down, while the shock collar intensity just goes up and my head keeps spinning, cunt throbbing - wanting more, wanting both - torn between which will be the catalyst to cuming: pain or pleasure?
