She only moaned in response. She spread her legs wider, giving me free access to her throbbing pussy. My fat cock still protruded out of my fly as I p...shed the head into her, parting her moist lips. We were both still fully dressed and it made me even harder. Her pussy was so tight that I had to work my cock in a little at a time, pushing in and out in small increments. She gritted her teeth and pushed back with the same force, matching my strokes. “Put it all the way in, Baby,” she moaned. ?What is your name? he says in a commanding voice.?Ni?Ni?Nicole? I stutter, showing how nervous I am.Delving through my bag, he picks up some of my frilly, pink panties, thongs, and lacy bras. I see a little smile from the corner of his face, as I blush hard. This total stranger is holding my underwear for everyone in the hall to see. I just want to die. He looks up at me, a G-string in his hand, ?you know that there is a death penalty, for trafficking drugs in Oman, with no appeals?. As he. When Mrs. Natora saw Greg's test, she gave him the " look ".---" Man, Greg, what happened? " said Barry, " that old b-- witch really had it in for you today! "Barry was one of Greg's best friends, always there for him. Right now, they were sitting at lunch. Greg looked down at his food but wouldn't touch it." You're in one of your moods again, huh? " said Barry, laughing, " not even my girl gets your kind of mood swings! " Go away Barry.. " said Greg, almost whispering.Barry looked sad and. The slave rose another three feet into the air - her cunt was now even with John’s face. He motioned and two of the men came forward, grabbed the slave’s legs, and pulled her open like a wishbone. John rested the bamboo directly on her clitoris, running it up and down lightly over the stiff, bright red bud. The slave jerked and squirmed, begging behind the gag, humping her hips up and down, exhausted but frantic. “Do you have her?” John asked. The men nodded. “One hundred,” he said as he.