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  • Her lower lip trembled until she bit down on it, but Pavel’s appraising eye noted that her nipples were as hard as bullets. Toying with his drink, he studiously ignored her, giving his full attention to the entertainment in the centre of the room. The Indian woman was begging brokenly in some unknown language now while the blonde pressed close against her – so close that smears of blood tainted her own pale skin – and rubbed the braids of her whip teasingly over her victim’s welts and cuts. There was something theatrical about their performance, he mused, and yet the wounds and the screams could scarcely be more real. He crossed his legs and glanced surreptitiously at his watch. Five minutes would be enough for the ginger to stop burning, he decided, and then he would start work on Doulé again. The blonde woman stepped back and raised her whip – an ambivalent, pleading look on the Indian’s face as her eyes followed it. Pavel settled back to enjoy the show. “Yes, Sir?” the waitress had tripped daintily across the floor when summoned and took a graceful stance at Pavel’s table, naked save for her shoes and a polished chastity-belt. “Have you any incense sticks? Good. Bring me half a score, some needles, and a bucket of ice”. As she turned to go, he stopped her, “And fetch me some piano wire”. “Sir”. The servant bowed and glided away. Doulé’s eyes flickered to follow her, despite herself, and Pavel smiled coldly. “You have been abandoned” he whispered. “He doesn’t care what happens to you”. She looked down at his feet, her pert bosom rising and falling above the tight leather corset, until he lifted her chin and had her face him. “What does that make you? A whore, a slave, what?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Whatever you want me to be” she murmured. “You could be furniture” he replied. He turned in his chair to face the table-lamp and reached out lazily to draw the tip of his finger from her underarm down the side of her ribs. The lamp almost suppressed the shiver that seized her from head to foot at his touch. She was also a shaven headed slave, somewhat older and with a fuller figure. Her elbows were bound together behind her back and her wrists fastened to her ankles. A row of brass skewers ran from the undersides of her breasts, through her trembling flesh, and into the long candles that lit Pavel’s table and dropped hot globules of red wax onto her long nipples. Her lips drew back over clenched teeth, her nostrils flared, and her lashes fluttered as he turned away again, ignoring her as completely as before. “Whatever you want me to be” Doulé repeated, with a slight catch in her voice. “You equivocate”. His fingers slid from her face to enfold her throat in a sinister caress. “I shall have to beat it out of you” he said softly. “You will do whatever you want to me” she breathed. The tip of her tongue hardcore wet her lips and he smiled into her eyes. “I shall”. On the return of the waitress he broke their gaze “Leave everything on the table” he Hairy told her. The implements were displayed elegantly on the marble surface; a silver ice-bucket, incense sticks smouldering fragrantly in a cut-glass holder, long needles with jet heads sprouting from a black, satin cushion and a neat coil of wire lying between them. Satisfied, Pavel waved her away. Slowly and methodically, he worked on Doulé’s pert bosom; the white globes were pushed upwards by stiff, black leather but pressed towards him by the sheer force of her submissive will. She gasped and moaned, biting her lip and screwing up her face in anguish, but even when her reflexes made her flinch away she immediately straightened her shoulders and presented herself for the next torment. We actually sat quite close. This is not RIGHT!” Professor Sharp bent down, sticking out her shapely ass as she Hairy reached for the marker. Calli asks worried. My skin feels it is boiling, but everything inside feels to be cooling down quickly.' But Kevin doesn't. We just need to pick out color and options and check to see if you have it in stock,” I tell her. “Do you want a piece of cake?” I asked. Just as I walked into the store, my phone alarmed me that I recieved a picture message. He tried to enter her, but the spring water had made their tender skin rubbery. excitedly remarked Mama LoLo as she saw a bulging in my sheer pants .. “I hadn’t thought about it, why?” He threw me on the floor and flipped me on my stomach. Tell me you love it!” To which I was afraid not to answer with, “Yes, Master, I like it, I love your big black dick in my ass, I love the way you are railing me.” I looked up at her pretty face, framed my those massive tits. Just in the breasts he used 15 in each. While he was down there I could hear him talk." Perhaps it's the two kids that are about to start college, the stress of work, or my weathered face from working in factories all my life. “Yes…Now suck hard you slut.” Klaus was enjoying the feeling of the deep throat and she was about ¾ of the way down before she started to gag. 20 days got over ramegowda observes the change in behavior of his wife and his hardcore son , they become more closer than ever they always stays jointly in house without leaving single moment , he also experience the some moments that when vijaya is in bathroom rathode is also not in home and some times when he woke up in middle night he doesn’t found his wife , and one think it make him more suspect that his wife is not asking for sex now a days " It didn't hurt at all." Her tummy was taunt. Either cherry or oak. Everett came up behind me, clutching his broken fingers. I leaned against a wall and bent forward putting my hands on my knees. Doctors advised her it is not safe to conceive again.
  • You could enjoy them if you relax.” She didn’t relax. “Now, it’s time to really get Hairy started. This was just the beginning.” Her head started lolling to the side, meaning that the drug was still making her drowsy, that was fine. She would be waking up in a minute. “Please let me go.” Christine’s eyes closed at the perfect time and I grabbed the screw and the power screwdriver. The screw was five inches long and I planned on drilling it all the way in. Like I always did. I placed the tip of the screw against her nipple and she stilled again. Her eyes didn’t open, but I knew they would shortly. Holding the screw in the middle of her nipple, I placed the power screwdriver on top of it and started screwing it into her nipple. She screamed as her eyes flew open and she struggled to get away from the screw. No such luck. “Calm down sweetheart. If you keep moving, this could get messy. Seeing as how you have no way out of this, why don’t you just chill out?” I had stopped drilling it in when it was about an inch in. “Time for the other one.” “No, please. I can’t handle that. I can’t!” “Trust me, you can. Your tits can handle way more than you think that they can.” I placed the other screw against her other nipple and she shook her head, tears pouring down her face. “Remember, keep still or else this could get really messy.” I drilled this one in the same distance as the other, making her scream out again. Leaving it out enough to continue a little later. My cock had risen and was pulsing in my jeans. I placed the power screwdriver down and walked to the other side hardcore of the table and pulled my jeans down so that she could see me. “Do you see what this does to me?” Her eyes went wide again. I knew what she was scared of. My ten inch cock that was at least three inches wide. “Oh, you’re going to get this soon enough sweetheart. I’m just getting myself warmed up. You’ll love it.” “No. No I won’t!” Tears were streaming down her face. “This fucking hurts and I hate it!” “Pain can be pleasure. If you let it be.” I walked back around the table and opened a drawer next to her. Her curiosity got the better of her because she looked and sobbed. A drawer with nails and a hammer was what she saw. “Time to nail those tits to the table so you can’t move at all.” Christine begged and begged me to not do this, but I didn’t care. I wanted what I wanted, and it was happening. Four inch nails were going to keep her immobile. Yavara grinned hungrily up at me. “Well Zander, why don’t you come over here? I also noticed the ropes wrapped around her ankles which has been tied on her thick, shapely calves. She swallowed, whispering. Savita for her own part was so fucked out of her senses that she was unaware of Ramesh's limp cock in her pussy and his finger in her ass as she fell asleep upon Ramesh's chest still in the position that she had climaxed in, dried cum and slob sticking to her hair and her face as cum leaked out of her ass and her used pussy.She didn't mind as she slept tangled to this burly brute, his unshaven face between her soft sensitive tits and his one hand hand still encircled her waist ; the alpha male of his group and the owner of her ass. “I don’t wanna say.” I managed to say through all of my conflicting thoughts. This announcement is greeted with boisterous cheers and I am relieved that I will be able to stop my slutty display soon. "Yeah I love how smooth we are, such a great feeling!" There were too many lights on hardcore in the living room, I wanted to Hairy strip and display everything I had but the big windows were facing the street. “Who cares,” Mom responded as she threw the bedroom door closed. That should be released as a single, if you want my opinion. In a short time I was in the room again that held that led to the other rooms.