Lalita's tongue pushes more firmly against Faridah's anus...then again, driven by the leash nestled between her lips.<br/><br/><strong>"The leash has been looped through her wrist restraints.  You can imagine what that does to my poor little Lalita!  The more she squirms to relieve the relentless tugging of her nipples, the more friction she gets on her pussy.  The more friction, the harder she squirms.  Isn't that wonderful?  Now, is there anything you wish to say?"</strong><br/><br/>Suddenly, Mellisande is kneeling in front of Faridah, gripping her hair and yanking her hair back.<br/><br/><strong>"Well?  Is there?"</strong>