It made so much sense that he had been the one taking those photographs---but what about the very real possibility that my mom had fucked that black g...y? If my step-dad had taken the photos of my mom snuggling and cuddling with that black guy, it seemed inescapable that he had likely taken pictures of her while she fucked that black guy; only I had not had the chance to scroll through enough of those photos on my mom's phone to see them!By then, after thinking about my mom in that black man's. Ed? Let's see what we've got." Thank you."Remember, Persephone had been tossing the keys in the 'bag' one at a time, as they fit a lock but not what they were looking for. Of the four remaining chests, Violet picked one. Persephone handed her a key. There was a twenty-five percent chance that the key would fit. It did. Violet threw open the chest lid like a kid would open a box with a new BB gun. They couldn't open just one of the seventy-five little pasteboard boxes. They had to open each one.. Her efforts to twist away from the blows send the pair swinging, their feet momentarily leaving the ground. And then the pain ceases. The silence of the chamber becomes laden with expectation. They wait for what seems minutes on end but is hardly forty seconds. Natalie anticipates it will be she who receives the blow that is sure to come any time soon. But there is no predictability in this place. It is Alice the lash finds again, her buttocks tormented by an incessant thrashing, too many blows. Georgia laughed and began pushing and pulling the double-headed dildo, working it back and forth, into one pussy and out of the other, then reversing direction. Barbara moaned, leaning forward against her friend, her head on Georgia’s shoulder, as her iron hard nipples worked against the other’s. Eventually the two of them collapsed onto the bed, arms wrapped around each other, crotches humping against each other as they fucked each other manically.Eventually it became too much. With a loud.