Drooling, sweating and crying while I'm bent forward with my arms stretched over my head and held by the hoist. Knees bent, legs quivering, and struggling to stand. Head pulled back, ball stretching my mouth, and here Martin comes, making it harder for me by thrusting up against my ass. When he finally lets me down onto the chair, he swaps my gag with the giant white ball, then cuts the crotch out my skin tight, see-through leggings and makes me spread my legs. He lifts me onto the pain table and and puts me into another tight foot-elbows hogtie.