Maine dheere se ek jhattka maara to isha ki cheekh nikal gyi, Mamu aah…matt kro dard hora. Main nhi rukha aur fir jhattka maara to uski choot ki sea... toot gyi aur isha tadapne laggi. Mamu maar diya aapne…mummy bachao….Mamu matt kro…dard hora…aaah aaah…Main turant isha ki lips pe apne lips rakh diye aur ek aur jhattka maara to pura Lund isha ki choot cheerta hua andar chala gya. Isha tadapne laggi to main 2-3 min rukk gya. Uska dard kamm hua to maine kiss chodkar pucha, card hora? Usne kaha abb. He took her doggie fashion, hanging onto her pendulous breasts while ramming against her bum. This time it lasted a little longer, with the youngster gasping through an awesome climax when Joe eventually discharged his spunk.Again, her lips encouraged his manhood to swell, but Joe's stamina was visibly flagging. Sensing she needed to take the initiative, Charlotte straddled his hips and sank slowly down onto the tumescent member. Joe laid still, content to leave her in control as she dictated. A loading dialogue showed for a second and then a real time image of you appeared. The image of you was clothed, and in a sitting position. The program only showed you and your clothing, so not the chair. You waved your left hand, and the image copied, confirming that it worked.You click on your head, bringing up the mental tab. You drag the IQ slider further to the right, adding many points onto your score. Hitting apply you get a very sudden headache, and it then goes. You think and realise. I can’t do that, bitch. I have my orders.’Gina shuddered at the thought of the terrible things to come.And, terrible they were...Over the following hour and a half, Gina was subjected to a range of very brutal tortures. She was tied to her bed, face-down, spreadeagled, while the merciless Sir gave her a vicious caning: fifty hard strokes on her bottom and upper thighs, ruining them completely under a criss-cross of bloody red welts. He then progressed to beating the soles of her feet with a.