oh dear yes. Because Victoria is the head bitch and would absolutely tie Chris to a chair.

He wouldn’t fucking dare escape that; no matter how needy his cock was pulsing and practically begging to be dipped into that nice, pretty cunt she was showing off.

Lydia’s cheeks blotchy red, nose stuffy from tears. There’s just a little silky band keeping her wrists tied together behind her back but that is more than enough to keep her where Victoria needs her.

Lydia would probably still be half clothed; her blouse ripped open just enough so Victoria could reach into her bra and get her tits out; have them sit there like treats, quivering with Lydia’s erratic breaths. Her skirt flipped up onto her belly, showing everything off; how puffy her cunt is from getting spanked.

But of course she keeps her legs wide open. Doesn’t even think to close them or even struggle, because she’s come three times already and she can barely breathe from it all; her tits already flushed just as lovely as her face.

Yes, it hurts like a bitch, but she loves being on display; loves seeing Mister Argent chew on his gag and stare at her ruined cunt with single-minded intent. Loves hearing Mrs. Argent taunt him with that ripe, little girl she’s got splayed on her lap.