I absolutely melt when someone knows how to hurt me well, and Owen Stone gets to see firsthand and up close as he cuffs me to the rafters of his workshop. With my arms above my head and my legs held apart with a spreader bar, they bite, pinch, spit on and beat me. Owen keeps my mouth open with a clothespin on my tongue so that the longer they hurt me, the more covered in my own drool I get. In between experimenting with different ways to hurt me, he toys with my pussy, keeping me dripping, on edge and waiting for more.