Frank eagerly lapped up the flowing nectar from Toni's pussy. His tongue flicked out and attacked her clit until she hung limply from her arms. Stepping back from his toy, he picked up his belt and lovingly drew the leather along her torso. How he longed to lash her breasts but they weren't even fully healed yet. Any abuse to those mounds would ruin the wonderful artwork he had painstakingly wrought. No, give the designs a couple weeks to heal and then he would have fun with them.<br/><br/>He lowered the girl until she was a crumpled heap on the floor. The spreader bar remained attached as he lifted her up and placed her over her shoulders like a bag of flour. Whistling a happy tune, he sauntered back to the interrogation room. The sawhorse received its rider again as Frank placed Toni on it once more. This time, her back ran the length of the beam. Her pussy rested on the very edge as her legs hung down. A short chain ensured that she couldn't move her legs at all. Another chain secured her arms. Duct tape snaked its way around her torso, starting at the base of her breasts and looped around until it touched her hips. The silver vest looked very fetching on her and emphasized his artwork. Standing at her feet, he smiled at her. The belt snaked out and struck her displayed pussy squarely.