Tits propped up on the table with my back arched and my ass up. My ankles are crossed, elbows smashed, and arms tied to my them. Tight pony tail on my head and pulled back to my heels and my mouth completely stuffed with three handkerchiefs with vet wrap around my face a few times. In anguish but unable to muffle a word and the moment Martin cuts the vet wrap and I'm able to verbalize the agony I was feeling, it was clear that the I was pushed to my limit.