Take a closer look

Tracy looked carefully at the tree bottles. What kind of meat was inside them? The three pieces of meat was different in size, shape and to some extent color, but still somehow similar to each other. The big woman could not quite place, where she had seen this kind of meat before.

The pale redhead started caressing the black woman’s bound clit. She moved it around gently, and Tracy found herself getting hornier and hornier in her restrains. But then in a flash of realization the black woman figured out, what she was looking at and why it seemed so familiar to her.

Still horny Tracy now felt the panic spread in her body. She started fighting the handcuffs and the restrains on her legs with her full might. She was trashing around as much as her bondage would allow. Unfortunately for the strong woman, she was restrained properly, and she only managed to tip over the bottles, so they rolled down from her belly and onto the bed.

Kate picked the tree bottles up, and spoke with a calm voice: “So you finally figured it out… These bottles are very precious to me - I mean they better be. Why else would I be collecting women’s clits?” Tracy watched in terror, as Kate continued: “If you read newspapers from Los Angeles, San Francisco or Seattle, you might have read minor stories about women getting lured into lesbian sex only to get their clams plundered for their precious pearls.”

Tracy was now lying completely still. She was in shock and even disbelieve of what she was hearing. Was the tiny redhead between her legs really some evil maniac? She was so cute and shy. The much bigger Tracy could easily have strangled the tiny girl, had she not been gagged and tied spread to the bed.

“It’s funny how female on female **** is so underreported in our media. It probably doesn’t fit into any existing political narratives.” The little white girl continued. “However it’s good for me. I can do this with relatively low risk, as long as I move between cities.”