A mess

Pure nothingness was all Blake got to experience. For the past twelve hours, Blake had nothing to take in through any of her senses. The only thing Blake was allowed to experience was her **** need to scratch anything and her even more **** need for an orgasm. Eventually, Blake was allowed to feel tears of frustration flow down her cheeks. Those dried up soon enough, quickly ushering her back into her hell.

Blake was blissfully unaware that Winter had entered the room and stood behind Blake. The heiress smirked at how Blake shook her hips in a **** attempt to climax. Blake looked no better than a stripper shaking her ass at a patron. As much as Winter enjoyed having Blake shake her big ass she knew she should move on with her interrogation.