There was a thick ribbon of drool stretching from Dawn's bottom lip, all the way to the floor directly underneath her. She could have sucked the drool back in between her pretty lips but in fairness she was dealing with other things right at this time. Her huge blue eyes were watery and there was a single tear dripping down one cheek that took a streak of mascara with it. Mostly her head simply hung limp and that in itself showed the elasticity of her drool. But then sometimes, very briefly, she brought her head up - as much as the severe neck bondage allowed and she looked at the older woman with those big eyes in the most disturbing of pleading ways. It was another amazing fact that Dawn's lips, between all of the trembling and quivering could utter any words at all. But she did. In an amazing feat of oral dexterity she was able to look up at the woman sitting, long nylon sheathed legs crossed, just in front of her and she was able to at least begin to plead her case.

 

"B-but, but I thought we were going to have fun, and talk about my breasts and all of my other best assets. My lovely gorgeous b-breasts, and my ass. N-not this....."

 

Dawn didn't get a lot out before it all became to much for her and she broke down in tears. More tears, this time from both eyes this time making a complete mess of her previously perfect eye makeup. It should have been a disturbing sight and it was. The thirty four year old helpless really and crying. She had got the start of her pleading out but it had all become too much for her and she had simply broken down. The whimpering cry had been pitiful it had to be said - and was made even more so in that place. Somewhere, out of sight there was the sound of dripping water. Just a steady drip, drip drip. But it wasn't just that, it was the way it seemed to echo off of all the walls and the ceiling and the floor and play on the mind. Looking at Dawn, it became pretty obvious that she had been in that position for some time.