"Can't have you fuckin' around while I'm havin' me some fun, right, cousin? Nearly forgot about them hands of pours," he said with a laugh, pulling his feet from her fingers.

Diane sobbed hysterically, her body shuddering with her cries. Billy brought her arms back to the balls of her feet, making her keep her hands together while he took a length of line from the floor and wrapped it around her wrists. Using the bite of the line, Billy secured her hands to her ankles, thus completely immobilizing the wailing blonde teen.

He stepped back, pushing the heel of his boot up against the back of her head and pressing down. He watched as the girl writhed helplessly under the pressure, her flesh growing red under the rubbing of the ropes as she tried to wriggle free. Diane was screaming through the spit soaked gag, her ass-cheeks jiggling with every move she made as she wriggled and writhed against the filthy floor.

Billy laughed again, moving behind the teen and raising his foot. In a moment Diane could feel the cool, smooth sensation of his leather boot rubbing against her asshole. She cried out, biting down hard on the rag. Instinctively the girl jerked her legs back, finding herself choking from the resulting pressure.

Again Diane screamed, easing the pressure against her windpipe while surrendering to the rubbing of that boot into her asshole. She cried more loudly, feeling the leather pressing up into her asshole, rubbing the slick, sensitive bowel lining raw. When he kicked her, sending her rolling end over end on the floor, Diane was almost relieved. She tried to imagine how it would have felt having that boot fucking her, pressing into her bowels, making her filled with that leather. The thought, strangely brought a smile to her lips!