There were seven guys, strangers in her presence as she had been caught in the act, no denying it. She just sat back with her mouth hanging open, brea...ts gripped to cover and no words. I continued toward a grand finish in my heavy breathing expenditures.“Hi guys!,” said Hanna as she held on to the base of my penis as if presenting it to them. She swiped up with her grip to remove the gizem and wiped it on my chest which brought a laugh from McGuire. “Wow boss, you got a big dick that really. They were quite a contrast. Willow was only a little shorter that Page. Her body had been shaped and sculpted by hours of exercise over the last six months. Her abs were well defined as well as her arms. Her legs had become lean and sleek. All were on display as she wore a black sports bra and tiny workout shorts. Master Carl had ordered the three slaves to cover up for hygienic reasons and if medical personnel were needed for Lord Blackmon. Willow’s hair was still quite short and very black.. He comes for her at last, the fifth man, the one with...oh, dearGod...with the snuff flogger, the one made of stiff, razors-sharpwire. He brushes it gently against her ruined breasts, and sheexperiences what would have been an orgasm, if this were aboutpleasure.The flogger goes up and comes down, nine strands of wire slicing herbreasts like a loaf of bread. The cuts are deep and red; he'sbutchering her. The wires slash her other tit, opening it, revealingits essence. He cuts her belly. He cuts. As Patricia stepped out of the restroom, she nearly bumped into Mitch Johnson, Barry's superior's superior. “Ah, hello, Mr. Johnson. Nice to see you.”“Hello, Patricia. I want to have a word with you. Would you come to my office, please?” That was odd. Mr. Johnson rarely exchanged more than mere pleasantries with Patricia. Actually, come to think of it, this was very odd.“Certainly, Mr. Johnson.” They walked together in silence, excepting the click of Patricia's heels on the marble. .