Dixon Mason is getting a tour of some old offices with PD. She will not be able to take in much of the view from her position face down in a hog-tie, but what she does see she does not like. It is a dingy old place that PD uses to entertain his? dates. The carpet reeks of mildew and god knows what else. The bed has scents that are all too identifiable though. It smells like sweat and sex and cum. It reeks of the kind of depraved delights PD has had on it and the desperation of the women who suffered them. They say smell is the sense most linked to memory. This place reminds Dixon of things that have not even happened to her yet.
She must be the most superb crying masochist ever born. She fills so many dreams with her lusty snot bubbling screams and screeches. Come and watch Dana suffer.
Model tickling each other with floggers and naughty schoolgirls getting a few swats on the ass before getting fucked were as close to BDSM as you could find most of the time.
These dreams have Harley so concerned that she has decided to seek professional help in the form of O.T., a local and well renowned doctor of psychology.
First Matt Williams gets her tied up standing with her arms and legs spread by ropes at each of her wrists and ankles. With her all strung up spread eagle it's much easier for him to get to all the vulnerable spots that make Lorelei squeal like the filthy slut she is.