Being a private dancer is not easy. Guys are always being so touchy. No matter how many times you tell them to keep their hands to themselves they are always putting their hands on you. When Ot hired me to come back to his studio he seemed like a respectful enough guy. Wow was I ever wrong about him! When my dance was over he wasn't happy. I guess his logic was that I shouldn't be happy either. He put me in leather cuffs and strapped my legs together. He attached my neck to something above my head with a harsh metal cord. Then he removed my dress. Not by sliding it off. He ripped it from my body. Each position he put me in was harder than the last. I wasn't sure what he wanted, but it started to become more clear. He wanted to punish me for not letting him touch me. What a cruel sadistic prick.
I struggle for a while and realize there is no way to get the cuffs off, but perhaps I can still walk in them if I'm careful. I start to get up and make my way out the door but unfortunately the man was on his way back at the same time! He grabs me and mentions that he need to make it harder for me to escape, so he takes my cuffs and interlaces them so that I'm securely hog cuffed! Then he pulls down my shorts and rips open my t-shirt and bra, leaving me topless and exposed. I keep struggling, but there is no way out and no way to call for help. I hope daddy pays the ransom soon before more bad things happen to me!
Finger blasting, vibrators, hard cock, all combine to make her cum over and over and over. We just go to town on her smooth shaved pussy. We mix it up, back and forth again and again, and all Alana can do is scream her lungs out into her own panty gag.