"A friend in need is a friend indeed."

Sandra gazed upon the helpless and **** redhead for a moment as she gave the circ-clamp a few testing squeezes, imagining the succulent pink pearl of the woman's sex captured within its biting jaws as she gave its handles a deadly squeeze. It'd be so easy... But then again...

"A friend in need is a friend indeed," Sandra said to herself as she snuggled up against spread eagle and restrained woman.

With a leg thrown over the **** beauty's hips, her foot and lower leg resting against her pubic mound, Sandra dug through the redhead's purse until she found her driver's license.

"Rose," She said, "Yeah, I didn't figure you for a Karen."

Sandra retrieved her phone from her own purse and returned to snuggle back up to the woman, taking a moment to take a picture of her full name and home address before replacing Rose's license back where she found it.

Some more digging around led her to find some medical supplies and collection jars in the black gym bag, no doubt intended to bandage Sandra's sex and house her preserved clitoris as a trophy.

"Naughty girl, Rose," Sandra said with faux admonishment and laughed. The **** woman was utterly helpless to the point of being pitiful, Sandra cooed jokingly, "There-there, I'm not gonna hurt you, although I should. I should take this circ-clamp and give you the treatment you were planning on giving me..."

Sandra examined the device, it was far nicer than the one in her purse, and it was after all the instrument that was meant to separate her from her multi-orgasmic clitoris. She decided that she'd take it as a trophy of her own, rather than the pretty redhead's pink pearl.

Considering that they shared the same passion for collecting and both found each other extremely attractive in the sex department, Sandra had a feeling that a mutually beneficial partnership could be born from this dangerous encounter.

Gliding two fingers down Rose's navel to her shaved pubic mound Sandra smiled, letting her fingers explore lower to the hot folds of flesh that made up Rose's womanhood. She was still very wet and her clitoris stood at attention as if it was still aware of the immense danger Sandra represented.

But what now? How could Sandra best show Rose it would be wiser to have her as a cunning ally rather than a fearsome foe. Two scenarios formulated in her mind, one a little more of a gamble than the other...