In my white knee-high school socks and gym plimsolls, you lock my ankles into spreader bars and gag my mouth to suppress my moans. Raising my legs high in the air I am hopelessly exposed to your gaze, but it does not end there. You order me to set the F-machine to penetrate my exposed pussy, pumping away faster and faster until I cannot help but suffer the humiliation of an enforced orgasm in front of you, pleasure of the F-machine. How I blush!