( With the wonderful collaboration of my friend Helene
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F.B.I
Female Bondage Investigators
( With the wonderful collaboration of my friend Helene)
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They take Jennifer to the recording studio. The scene is a public garden with artificial grass, benches, streetlights and a pooper-scooper. Collector is there. He is sitting on the bench, reading a newspaper. The trainer ties the leash to a streetlight and disappears from camera field. Jennifer stays here, on all fours, in the spotlights and in the purring of the cameras.
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She wants to go to the loo. Now she understands the reason they make her drink so much water. Furthermore, the two inflated plugs, filling her sex and anus, are pressing on her bladder. She pulls on the leash and she gets nearer to Collector. She sits and begs, she shakes her nipples bells. She groans inside the muzzle, her mouth filled with the big included penis-dildo. The man stays impassive. |
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| Jennifer becomes more pressing. She rubs herself against Collector's legs. He stands up and taps her with the paper. Then he pats her head. With her pawns, she touches the man's flies. Then she turns around, she lifts her bottom and on all fours, she shows him her well filled holes and moves the little bell. |
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As he could do with an animal, the Collector pats the offered croup and, at last, he deflates the plugs, removes them. Meanwhile Jennifer is fidgetting: she can't wait. Calmly, the man unties the leash and takes her to the pooper-scooper. Now Jennifer may let herself go. In front of the cameras. Closer shot on the fallen actress's face distorted by the large ring-gag. |
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- Da ! Record is over. Now, we can make the DVD.
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to be continued ...
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