Something else. She´d have no chance of escape, that much was certain.As she was about to raise her eyes back to meet her captors´, she felt a sligh... breeze of air as his claw-like hand shot up towards her throat, hitting the wood behind her hard and pinning her head back. Even with her being suspended above ground, he still stood half a head taller than her and yet it was the closest they had ever been to one another. Close enough for her to smell his scent and feel a few droplets of water. He saw it all as a harmless little hobby to dispel the boredom of monotony and repetitive transgressions.Some of the more rambunctious females scrambled to get Father Murphy as their confessor because he never failed to draw every last sordid detail from their guilty minds. He gave them an interrogation so complete that they were drained of their hidden lust and often experienced shameful orgasms on their knees just thinking about their depraved actions. The more perverted their activity, the. I wasn't going to last long even with her pinching at the base of my cock. I came pulling her hair forcing her mouth down on my cock, holding it deep in her throat. David began to shoot off in my ass and she grabbed his cock as it slid out of me and jerked the last few squirts of come in her face as I released her hair. We switched positions and fell asleep tightly holding each other. I woke awhile later and went to pee, and when I came out of the bathroom David was on the couch sleeping. "We will have someone up to assist you shortly," the operator promised."Thank you," Brittney said and then hung up the phone."They won't come," a voice said behind her.Brittney spun around and saw a young man lying on the bed comfortably.He had short brown hair, brown eyes, and pale complexion. "Who the fuckare you? How did you get in here?" Brittney asked him outraged."The same way you did," he replied. "The name is Michael," he added."Well, Michael, since you managed to sneak in without.