Samsara, Sierra Cirque

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Samsara used to be O.T.'s dearest 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 good days, a implement to make Sierra cum. He hogties Sierra with shackles and lays her down on what she at first-ever thinks is a bench, but what turns out to be Samsara, bound to pieces of wood with belts to shape a table. What first-ever 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. finger-tickling her wet 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 good for: making Sierra jizm when his thumbs get tired. She has a bit gag in, so it's a tiny stiffer for her to slurp 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 ultimately gets Sierra off, making her sploog all over Samsara's face. Dripping wet with the jizm 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. canes both of their beavers at once and then begins pulverizing Sierra with a metal vulva hook. He keeps going until she blasts again and O.T. reminds Samsara that she doesn't get to jizm anymore. She has lost that privilege. She is downright humiliated and downright useless. And when he's done using her for his fresh girl, O.T. bags her up and takes her out with the trash.