With the spit and tears all over my face, drool on my clothes and my tits pulled out of my top. Then Martin puts me on top of the platform, ties my arms to the ceiling and then ties my legs spread to each end and wrecks me some more. We weren't even at it long and I'm already wrecked. Drooling and crying while Martin has me standing spread on the platform with my elbows crushed and hiked to the ceiling and my throat roped to my arms. Martin keeps me here for a good while until he releases me and puts me into a strict hogtie - hair and throat roped to my feet - just how I like it.
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