Peaches found her usual erotic daydreams interrupted by sound of the door, and checked herself to make sure she was in position as the door swung back. She would be naked and spread-eagled, her pussy covered in candlewax, her bound breasts gradually filling up with sharp little pins, and having a conversation with her tormentor around her ring-gag – until he decided to fuck her face again. xxx 18 Peaches skipped back two pictures and showed the forest scenes again, this time more slowly, and then moved on to the later Franklin images. Peaches was conflicted. Peaches had chosen slavery but she had been forced to do a lot of things as a slave she never would have chosen if she had been free to say no.
