"Hold your camera close to your mouth," came her Master's digitally altered voice. Kayla did as was told, and from the other end of the screen, he examined the tape carefully, ensuring that it had not been removed and replaced. "Don't just rip it off. You might want to get some oil or something to ease it off slowly. I'm going to disconnect now. You're on the right track, kitten. Be a good girl and don't incur any more punishments."
He hung up and Kayla used some olive oil to ease the tape off her face. She was grateful to get her panties out of her mouth and she immediately dropped them into the washing machine and started a load of laundry. The locks on her p***y did not swing because the granny-panties she wore held them close to her body. Still, she could feel their weight and how the
