He flipped her onto her back, and someone else hiked her legs up in stirrups, locking her ankles in place. Her Master secured her wrists to the sides of the bench, and she felt belts crossed over her torso to keep her in place.She was losing track of who was handling her.

Her pussy remained locked, but her ass and mouth were available to separate people who would only see the half of her they were using. Devious, she thought. Her Master spoke gently to her, stroking her leather-clad head.

"I'm going to remove your gag and give you another to keep your mouth open. You are not to speak....