It was not Ms. White with the paddle in the Victorian Room. I have the card for Ms. White. I suspect that:
Mrs. Peacock was wearing nothing but a large strap-on. She pushed Mr. Boddy over the table in the interrogation room. She leaned over him and rubbed her cock along his butt as she spoke in his ear, “I’m gonna pull your pants down and fuck your ass hard and fast until you are begging for release.” She unfastened his fly, and his trousers fell to the floor, pooling around his ankles. Mrs. Peacock slid her hand into his boxer shorts, and grabbed hold of his cock. “But, I’m not going to let you have it.” She said, roughly shoving his shorts down to the floor.
She wiggled her hands into a pair of latex gloves, allowing them to make loud snapping noises as she let them loose onto her wrists. The cocky woman picked up a bottle of lube and raised it high as she squirted it over her huge prick. She quickly inserted two fingers inside of Boddy, eliciting a low-pitched hiss. She finger fucked him, until he began to beg for his hard and fast ass-fucking. The Peacock removed her fingers and thrust her big dildo into Mr. Boddy. Setting a fast pace that was both pleasurable and painful.
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