It's Mackenzie's choice

Rachel withdrew the magic wand one last time before handing it over to Marianne, whispering something in her ear again. She snapped quickly a picture of Mackenzie's puffy pussy, focusing on the engorged, parted, wet lips. By now, the redhead had been plateauing for something that felt like an eternity, her body tensely wound up like a coil. Small spasms ran through her body and she was mewling softly, hair damp with exhaustion. "Mackenzie, you still in there?" Rachel asked, tugging at her hair, and the redhead responded with a soft nod, looking up from the table with a slightly unfocused gaze.

"OK, Mackenzie. I will take off your gag now. When I do, I will give you a choice." She caressed the redhead's cheek with her fingers. "I want you to think about it, and think well." She took the key to Mackenzie's house out of her pocket and put it on the table, out of her reach. "It will be your choice entirely, but you can't walk back on it. All clear?" Mackenzie nodded, barely moving her head.

"You can ask for your key. If you do, we will untie you and I will give the key back to you. You will not get an orgasm, but you will go home." She caressed Mackenzie's cheek, looking in her eyes. "Or you can ask us to make you cum. And we will. But from now on, you will be our plaything. ****, sex toy, whatever you want to call it. You belong to Marianne and I." Rachel looked over to Marianne, who held the redhead's mound cupped massaging it softly, before removing the tape from Mackenzie's mouth.