She noticed the fast gasping breath of the bound slave girl, and wondered why she was so anxious. A noise behind her revealed the answer.Manu extracte... a long nail and a hammer from his pocket and knelt on the right side of the sawhorse, by the right breast."Wait for me in the dungeon," he told Aisha.The nails, two on each side went in through the areolas, right behind the rings firmly attaching her breasts to the sawhorse. Her screams of pain, with each nail, had every man in the gymnasium,. He really had a thing for biting and sucking on my breasts, but as I learned he also liked how I tasted. He licked and sucked my clit so hard I was angled towards his dick in the hope that he would fuck me as hard as he bit my nipples. He reached to the side of the bed and picked up an ice cold bowl and set it on my vagina. He picked up something out of the bowl and put it down. I felt something cold and icy slide from my nipple to my pussy. It was shaped like a tube and he held it on top of my. Susan took a deep breath and continued.“It all started two years ago, when I was 18.I just had dumped my boyfriend. He only thought about himself. Yes, we would have sex, but only missionary style.And every time it would hurt.He would cum every time, and maybe half of the times I would cum, too.But then I broke up with him.And the last words he told me really hurt me.‘I had pity on you. You are so ugly, no other guy would take you. So I fucked you. Bye.’”Also now, Susan had to fight with tears.. I threw the drink down my throat. I was panting and angrily, as I stared up into his eyes. Another drink replaced the last, and he just stood close to me with his arm around my waist. For some reason I didn’t do anything, something was holding me back. I looked down ashamed of my own feelings. His hand gently lifted my head up, until I was staring into his grey smiling eyes. ‘I hate you,’ I mumbled. He just smiled and his headseemed to be getting closer to me. My gaze flicked from his lips to.