Rack Me, some requests are simply too good to ignore.
Marsha often fantasized about being tortured upon the rack. She loves that deliciously submissive feeling of utter helplessness as the
rack slowly stretches her body taut. That sudden dull ache in her shoulders that gradually spreads down her back as her lover slowly continues
to tighten the rack. That overwhelming sensation of pure masochistic delight in the knowledge that she’s suffering for the sadistic amusement of
her lover, as that first desperate scream escapes her lips...