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Tony agreed and Sandra gave me 20 more swats then started rubbing some cream that she had in her desk on my butt. She didn’t stop there and she’d only been rubbing my clit for about a minute when I orgasmed. Sandra’s response was to finger fuck me with at least 2 fingers whilst I was still cumming. About 2 weeks after gagging we got back from London Tony fixed a camera to the wall at the bottom of my bed. It looks down onto my bed. That night he tied my wrists and ankles to the corners of my bed then pushed my Ohmibod into my vagina. He put my ball gag on me then left me. I hoped that I was just going to have a night sleeping like that but cumshot a short while later the Ohmibod burst into life and started driving me cum crazy. He checked on me about 30 minutes later. I was in agony, the Ohmibod was making my body jerk about as much as the restraints would allow and I desperately wanted to rub my clit and make myself cum. “I’m leaving the light on Claire, try and get some sleep.” “Sleep!” I thought, “how the hell can I sleep with that thing going crazy in my pussy; and how can I sleep with the light on.” The random blasts from the vibe led me to believe that he’d connected the camera to the internet and that voyeurs website. It went on for hours, presumably until the battery went flat, before I was able to get some sleep. But that was after my body gave in to the Ohmibod and I had cum 3 times. Just before I went to sleep I realised that I was staring to like the idea of my naked body writhing about on my bed, and the resultant orgasms, and being seen all over the world; providing that none blowjob of them knew that it was me. I needed to find a way of getting Tony to blindfold me of adjust the camera angle so that my head wasn’t visible. “That’s it,” I thought, “I’ll move the camera myself.” The next evening when I got the chance, I adjusted the angle of the camera and hoped that my face wasn’t visible to the camera. Tony didn’t tie me to the bed that night and he didn’t say anything. I was hopeful that I’d succeeded in my mission. It wasn’t until the morning 3 days later when I’d been tortured again, that Tony told me to watch a video. It was a split screen video and I instantly realised that it was me tied to my bed. Imagine my horror when in one of the windows was my naked body minus my head, and the other window was full of my face. I watched the expressions on my face as they ranged from anticipation to lust to frustration to ecstasy. That time my first orgasm wasn’t long in cumming and just as I reached my peak oral Tony turned the screen off. “Tony, please, you can’t let that video go on the internet.” “Too late Claire, it went out live last night; and you forget that I have total control over you, and that includes what the world sees.” Both my head and my heart dropped; he was right, the contract said so. I had to find a way out of the contract, Preferably without losing any of the money. I’d need that to emigrate. Tony also moved the camera back to its original position. The following night when I was tied into the sling again Tony added another implement to torture me even more. He got my magic wand and used duck tape to strap it to my right leg in a position where the business end was resting on my exposed clit. The voyeurs made me cum even quicker that night and Tony cut the hour long session after about 30 minutes. The added stimulation wore me our quicker and he took pity of me, reminding me that he has some compassion. The following Saturday Tony’s siblings arrived for the evening. Zoey again said, “Hi Claire Cumalot.” “No, not yet,” I replied, still working things out in my head. “Ahhh yess!!! I wanted to give in to my body's needs. If they only knew what was in store for them. He could see the pearl of cum on her pussy had rolled down its length, glossing her cumshot entire slit. But I just didnt want to assume that because you wanted to stay the night oral that meant you wanted to sleep with me. I was just trying to treat you like the amazing woman you are." He doesn’t smoke and he drinks a glass of pineapple juice every morning”. Once she stood on it, however, its purpose became a little more clear. " TWENTY FIVE TATTOOS IN ONE DAY." she bragged. “Sometimes.” Still not speaking, as he thought his voice might scare away those here. “Mmm, just like that. She was especially eager to write to Jane and Alice, the two girls who’s company had resulted in her temporary exile from London. And pretty soon, he had another boner." "Come on, baby sister. The warning bells were now air raid sirens blasting directly into his inner blowjob psyche. “Then cum what?” Yes, I fuckin’ enjoyed it.” Phil panted, catching his breath and enjoying his work. He hated to go back on his word, but there was no way Father Fontane could live with himself if gagging he let the desperate boy leave without letting him suck. Later, Cynthia lays on her stomach.