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It sounded easy! I really needed the money and I was desperate enough, so I advertised myself to have sex for money. Someone answered my ad and I agreed to meet him at a hotel, wearing my slinkiest little black satin dress, and my silver high heeled sandals. As a hooker I think I looked very much the part.

We met, he paid me and we had some pretty basic sex. When we got dressed he held a knife to my throat and ordered me to sit down and shut up. He tied me to the chair and gagged me with one of my own gags I'd brought along.

I struggled like a mad woman but I wasn't going anywhere. When I was discovered trying to escape I was pulled back into the chair you see behind me.

The brothers took turns tormenting me and using my body in every conceivable way. Before they left me after daybreak I was tightly tied, very tightly gagged, very helpless and worn out, the taste of them still lingering in my mouth. One of the brothers spanked me hard on his way out the door.

"Don't think about calling the police bitch, remember we know where you live."

My struggling and gagged pleading only inflamed their lust for revenge, and for me.

"You're not going anywhere, bitch," the first brother told me with his member fully hard and erect and pointing to me. "We're gonna start with that purty mouth of yours."

I was minding my own business, walking through the parking lot to my car. Next thing I knew I was grabbed from behind and my mouth was stuffed, he forced me into his car and tied my hands and feet for the ride to his apartment. Once there I was his plaything, and oh boy did he play.......

"Master, when are we going to go OUT??" The fourth time I asked He took me by the arm and told me to sit in the closet. He cuffed and ballgagged me while He went to get Himself ready.

From the fitting for Juan Vidal 's "Chrystine" F/W 2013 Collection.
Madrid Mercedes Benz Fashion Week.

Watch the video we made of the whole fitting at Room Mate Óscar Hotel in Madrid HERE.


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After a while Sir Tom pulled my legs into the air and taped my ankles as well. Now escape WAS impossible!

Grandma did the most to help, even going so far as to suggest the idea of a grandchild, and then doing everything in her power to make it happen.

My kids just chillin'...

My eldest daughter just chillin'...