"Darling, return to your original position, I did not allow you to change it. Without my permission, you must not do anything, do you understand me Young Lady?" Edward said sternly
Anabel answered "Yes" in a well-known way.
The girl obediently returned to her original position, placing her bare feet on the floor of the minivan, raising her crotch as high as the neck restraint allowed her to reduce the tension in her tired hips.
"It's time for hygiene, Honey, you want to be a neat girl."
Edward took a pre-prepared wet wipe, then gently and slowly wiped the labia, the hood of the clitoris and the clitoris of the girl, without penetrating the inside. Anabelle flinched at the touch on her crotch, and moaned at the sudden surge of humiliating pleasure.
Edward continued to slowly explore the intimate areas of his prisoner, teasing the severely limited girl. Anabel longed for more contact and moved to meet the hand of her chosen one. But Edward was in complete control of the process, not allowing the angry girl to climax. Carefully wiping the girl's vagina, Edward began to massage her tense anus with a napkin in a circular motion, slightly pressing it with his finger. Anabelle made a disgruntled sound into her gag and tried to avoid this contact, as far as restrictions and her uncomfortable tense posture allowed, but unfortunately her attempts did not bring any result, but only amused Edward.
"Calm down my horse, do not kick, relax, and enjoy, in the future your protests will be strictly intersected. Do you understand?"
The girl spread her toes again.
Having finished examining the girl's tight, wrinkled anus, Edward finished washing his new slave.