Slut twisted and turned hanging by her wrists from the chain, trying futilely to escape the fiery hell brought on by the whip, but Tanya’s rain of b...ows continued, landing haphazardly across the slave’s back, breasts, belly, ass and thighs. Tears streamed down slut’s face, spittle escaped from underneath the red ball in her mouth, sweat broke out all over her body, and mingled with the blood from dozens of pencil thin cuts in her ravaged skin. Finally it was over. The spent slave hung limp. Suddenly it made sense, and I did like her k**s, so I said I would. It was just before midnight when the step-daughter came in, and she smelled of pot, and was staggering and slurring her words like she was drunk. I asked her if she had been drinking, she said "NO", but then giggled, and said, "Well, maybe". I just shook my head, and told her to get ready for bed. She went into the bathroom, and I heard the shower start, the water seemed to be running and running and I was thinking she likes. His lambykins. My fleece as white as the thick creamy spunk that I could feel coursing up the length of his cunt ravaging cock. My ears filled with his caveman grunts and my pathetic whimpers, clinging to the floor, driven forward, shepherded by his mighty member until penned in a corner, I felt his body tense, his hips cease their movement as he emitted a mighty growl, buried himself deep, and flooded my oviney cunt with his glorious seed. Anyway, to cut a long story short (it's a bit fucking. Don't you think so, Lee? It is hard to believe that either their medical personnel or their pet psychic's did not detect it for what it truly was." The odd change in topic threw me for a moment. What was he saying? Did he know something I didn't about the Naga? Did they let the thing in on purpose, or were they so careless that it slipped through. Either way, I began to feel as if there was a target painted on my back. I would have to be very careful from now on. I started to ask about.