Peaches barely had time to draw breath before the whip landed again, making her squirm on the vibrator even as she screamed in pain, the lash like fire on her already abused breasts! Ben flinched back in terror; he knew that Peaches had a tiny transmitter and analyser, buried under her skin, that recorded all her orgasms. XXX Video She remembered feeling herself tip over into climax once more, and then… nothing. Peaches thought for a second before answering. She couldn’t help herself! That was why she was always restrained so that she couldn’t touch herself. Maybe? He could find himself in serious, career-wrecking trouble; his privileges were strictly laid out, and no-one in the stable block was supposed to make the girls cum.




















