Aroused by Cheryl’s torment, Lydia fingered Big Boobs herself to one gasping orgasm after another, but Cheryl was having no such luck. At this point, all ideas of escape were gone. She paid no mind to what blowjob turns they took or how long they drove – she was just desperate to cum. Her pussy juices soaked the dildo, creating a puddle on the floor, her inner walls clamping around the buzzing metal, but every time she would near orgasm, another shock would hit her, and the pain would distract her just enough that she couldn’t reach that now longed-for cum. By the time they reached their destination, Cheryl was a quivering, moaning, shaking mess. Sweat dripped between her breasts and down her back, her clit was beyond sensitive, and she couldn’t even think of anything beyond the overwhelming sensations she’d been subjected to. She felt on the edge of blacking out, too far gone to even realize they’d stopped. Lydia, however, had noticed, and with a sigh, reluctant to end the tantalizing show, got back to work. The dildo was turned off and removed, leaving Cheryl gasping for air, and the hood and clamps removed as well. As soon as Cheryl’s arm restraints were untied, she slumped forwards on the van floor, making it easy for Lydia to unlock the ankle restraints. Looking Cheryl up and down, taking in her gorgeous curves one more time, remembering how sexy her moans and screams had sounded, Lydia smiled. Mr. Matthews had made a great choice with this one. Master was going to love his new pet. She daydreamed already, hoping he would allow her to help further with breaking the asian bitch in. The old man opened the van door, revealing to Cheryl that they were in a closed garage. “Crawl.” He commanded, then smacked Cheryl’s plump ass when she didn’t move fast enough, making her squeal and scramble to her hands and knees. 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