“Much better,” Vanessa remarked as she ceased the blows. She ran her hand over Keiko’s ass groping it hard like a piece of meat. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”<br/><br/>She let her slide of her lap and onto her feet, but as soon as Vanessa herself stood up, her hand was once again in her hair, jerking her to her knees. Just as before, she dragged her before Michael’s spread legs, her face just inches from his throbbing, engorged cock. It had turned an even deeper shade of red, with a bit of purple mixed in. The twine would have to be loosened soon, lest she damage her new items.<br/><br/>“Now we will try again, Miss Watanabe.” She picked at the line of tape on her cheek, difficult to raise due to the smoothness of her gloves and the lack of a fingernail. Regardless, she worked a little corner free. “I want to hear a ‘yes Miss Bell, I’ll be a good girl’, and no speaking or screaming once the gag is out. Then we’re going to show Mr. Weston a better use for that mouth.”