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Samsara used to be O.T.'s fave woman to have fun with, but since he found Sierra Cirque, the only use he has for her is as a place for Sierra to sit or, on her great days, a contraption to make Sierra cum. He hogties Sierra with shackles and lays her down on what she at very first thinks is a bench, but what turns out to be Samsara, corded to chunks of fuckpole with belts to form a table. What very first gives it away is the whining. No matter what Sierra says, she can't get her to shut up so that she can concentrate on O.T. fingering her moist pussy, so the 2 of them determine to put that mouth to work. O.T. shackles Sierra so that she is sitting with her gams stretched and Samsara's face right inbetween them. Then uses Samsara for all she is great for: making Sierra jizz when his frigs get tired. She has a bit gag in, so it's a lil' harder for her to munch Sierra's pussy, but she doesn't have much of a choice. If she can't even do that what's the point of her? After working and working she eventually gets Sierra off, making her drizzle all over Samsara's face. Cascading moist with the jizz of the woman O.T. has substituted her with, Samsara is then fettered upside down so that Sierra can use her as a stool while O.T. crops both of their poons at once and then embarks humping Sierra with a metal beaver hook. He keeps going until she splashes again and O.T. reminds Samsara that she doesn't get to jizz anymore. She has lost that privilege. She is totally abased and totally useless. And when he's done using her for his fresh girl, O.T. bags her up and takes her out with the trash.