(HD Version of movie by the same name 1280x720 5.1 Surround Sound) Juniper is on The Wooden he has her micro bra, fish net stockings and a tiny pair of panties on. A very tight and tall leather collar wraps around her neck. Her arms are pulled up high behind her in a prayer position and tied off to her collar in back. She is gasping for air up there. Her face is red and swollen. Her mouth dangles open and her eyes are closed as she feels the apex of The Wooden cut into her cunt. Bowling balls hang from each ankle. She is crying again. And in the same manner as before. Its noticeable and deep. ...

(HD Version of movie by the same name 1280x720 5.1 Surround Sound) Juniper is on The Wooden he has her micro bra, fish net stockings and a tiny pair of panties on. A very tight and tall leather collar wraps around her neck. Her arms are pulled up high behind her in a prayer position and tied off to her collar in back. She is gasping for air up there. Her face is red and swollen. Her mouth dangles open and her eyes are closed as she feels the apex of The Wooden cut into her cunt. Bowling balls hang from each ankle. She is crying again. And in the same manner as before. Its noticeable and deep. Her eyes are slammed shut as tears fall down each cheek. She knows she has to stay up there for awhile because I told her. She is trying to calm herself, but she is sucking in air like a turbofan jet engine and then suddenly, she cant maintain and breaks down into a heaving emotional mass. Its deep and comes from the gut. She is wracked with it. She starts babbling out craziness calling to god and Jesus. But thats okay, she can still stay up there. In fact, it seems like the perfect time to turn on the electricity to the copper pads residing beneath each buttock and thigh. When she sees me heading for the controller she starts begging me not to do it. No, no, NO! Dont. No, no, no, no, no. Please! Please dont do it! I just smile and turn it on. As you might imagine she just breaks down even further. Screaming cries as tears cover her wet, messy face. Her breathing and sobs are becoming more and more out of control. She begins to hyper-ventilate. She announces that she feels as though she is going to as belts out further sobs and cries out to some god. I just turn around and walk out of the room.