Vanessa worked her fingers in Keiko’s hair again in response to the glare she received. “Miss Watanabe, when I ask you a question, I expect you to answer it, and answer it with ‘yes Miss Bell’.” She stooped, long dark hair cascading over her shoulder, and swatted the girl hard on the ass. With a painful jerk of her hair, she turned her head back towards Michael’s throbbing cock.<br/><br/>The layers of packing tape around the lower half of her face mashed her lips down over the white blotch that were her panties. For such a thin, flimsy piece of cloth, they certainly seemed to fill her mouth nicely, but she needed to see how well the girl could suck. Though her buyer was a bondage enthusiast, he expressed great interesting what she could offer in terms of fellatio.<br/><br/>“Or if you want, I could sit you on that wooden horse for a few hours while you continue to choke and gag on your filthy panties.” Vanessa’s hand took a gentler approach, caressing the side of the Asian girl’s face with the smooth palm of her glove, specifically the line of the tape that ran over her cheek. Her fingers traced around to the front of her lips, teasing her smashed lips that lay beneath the tape. “So what will it be? ‘Yes Miss Bell, I’ll be a good girl?’ or ‘No Miss Bell, I’ll be a little bitch?’”