Kay was beginning to think her jaw would go flying apart, hinge broken, long before the man stopped shoving the ball in at her. She didn't feel much better as the woman behind her yanked, buckling up the strap. The leather cord cutting into the corners of her mouth.

"Now I've been told you complain a lot, but that you really love whatever is done to you. True or false?" the masked trainer asked as he unhooked a multi tailed hand whip from his belt.

Kay's eyes went about as large as the gag filling her mouth. Her head was a blur as she shook her head no.

"Just as we were told," the leathered woman said. "Complaints and we haven't even gotten started yet."

Leslie looked on, a part of her feeling bad about the position Kay was in.

Oh well, Leslie would get over it.

There really wasn't much she could do to help her partner anyway. Not without giving themselves away, or giving up the chance of catching some possibly important clue from Davis as to the where abouts of Denise.

The fact that Evan's mouth had worked up past her knees, and was deliciously close to her pussy had nothing to do with her decision.

Well, maybe a little.

There were other wet slurping noises then those being made by Evan. Ilisa's lips and tongue were busy working in Davis' lap. Leslie couldn't see much, but the top of the blonde's head was bouncing up and down with a fairly regular motion. One that might explain the shit eating grin on the billionaire's face.

As the other party guests shouted out what they'd like to see done to the suspended Kay, the masked woman was reaching for the redhead's hip. Untying the tiny bit of cord holding the leather G-string to Kay's body.