The leathered man was delighted with his discovery of the pop-off pieces of their new slave's halter. He held up the small bits of leather for the crowd to see. Treating them as some sort of prize and getting the crowd roaring their approval. He made a show of looking over the pink buds of Kay's nipples before spending several pleasant moments squeezing them.

Pinching and pulling them until tears were running down Kay's cheeks.

The place just about went wild when he started flicking the small whip across her chest!

Leslie thought again about saying or doing something, but that was about the time Evan's tongue had made it's way up over the elastic tops of her nylons, brushing lightly over her lace panties.

His wonderful mouth had been playing it's magic over her for such a long time now, she hated to do something that might interrupt. Besides, Kay was a big girl. She knew how to take care of herself. So Leslie leaned back once more, closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations brought on by the talented tongue lapping at her sex.

The masked woman must have felt the need to show the on lookers she was as well versed as her partner was. She also had a small whip hooked to her waist, and decided this was the time for her to show how well she could use it. Standing behind Kay, she had the perfect angle for putting some color to her new slave's bottom.

Each stroke made by either dominant brought out a cheer from this bizarre theatre in the round. Soon the dominant's actions turned into a competition, with each trying for louder applause then what the other got.

Going at Kay with trick swings of the whip. Doing little faints to put the hanging girl off guard so their next blow would bring a better reaction from her. Or else they seeing how many color variations could be caused on her skin.

Criss-crossing every inch of Kay's body as she jerked and twisted around the best she could.