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Another series of tests shows the introductory material of two potential models. The first is twenty-three years old and from Texas. She says she has come to Insex for excitement. Her hair is long, so the bondage commences there. Her head is pulled backward and her hair roped to the back of the chair. The shin of her right gam is roped to her thigh, her right wrist to the front corner of the tabouret seat, and left wrist to the opposing back corner of the seat. Her left ankle is roped to the base of the forth tabouret leg, the knee pulled outward, so that she is posed. Her micro-skirt hikes up, showcasing virgin crimson fabric opened up over her crotch. Her outer outfit is sliced off with a straight razor. The straight razor skirts along her internal hip and pussy. A thick and rippled pussy, already showcasing a milky cream. She is on her back on a piano bench, forearms roped behind her head, her torso roped to the bench, a spreader bar behind her knees and pulled back so that her soles are in the air, spread. Her lil' toes are roped to the spreader bar. She is tickled. Clips on her vulva are pulled out toward her big toes, reaming the vulva like a gullet you want to kiss, to eat. A dual impaler is inserted, the outer nutsack and manstick banging out. A massager is positioned against her vulva This gets lil' response, so the faux-cock is pulled out, her beaver recoiling, leisurely closing. A light-haired sits in the test chair. She is thin, 22, wearing white stockings, pallid micro-skirt and blouse, and light colored heels. It turns out she was a decoration in the Cow Show. She says sheâ€™s into caning and the lifestyle. She says sheâ€™s at Insex because sheâ€™s looking for recreational fun. She is naked, bending forward, sitting, roped at arms, hands, and feet. A brilliant pose for a flogging. As the caning progresses, a slight gleam shows up from the back side of her pussy. Her butt begins to go pink. She is spanked. She squeals. After the caning resumes, her butt begins to showcase the crimson trails of battered blood vessels. Wearing dark-hued heels, a white cotton shirt, and denim micro-skirt that is taut to her ass, her palms are roped in a Asian cradle. A wire is looped around her neck and fed up to the pulley until she is up on her toes. She grows uncertain, nervous, perhaps a bit shocked. The flog encourages her to hoist one leg. She wobbles, obviously more than a lil' overwhelmed now. Her half-shirt is unbuttoned. Her jugs are grabbed, pulling her off balance. The tops of her soles are caned. Her thong hosepipe are roped into her mouth. He plays with her vulva until she squeals. She is roped into a chair, reclined against the back, her palms roped to the tabouret back. Her gams are folded stiffly and spread. Her boobs are slapped with a wooden paddle. It smacks the folds of her pussy, pink, the dark lashed bush surrounding. Clips pull the vulva outward, unveiling the beaver and her glossy clit. Rectal beads are pushed into her ass. A faux-cock heads inside her and is roped in place. The massager hums. He plays with her sensitized clit. Afterward, everything gleams, the asshole, the clit, the opened up oval of her pussy.