The two sisters, their clothes dirty and torn, were escorted to an old stone fort purchased by Bass with stolen booty two years prior. The women walke... with their heads down, in deep embarrassment. A crowd had formed by the time they reached the fort and they were soon surrounded by drool—ing men and curious women.They had been shut in the dungeon of the old stone fort for almost a day. The dungeon, with its stone walls, was horribly damp. A small window with bars let in the tropical sun, but. I gaze up at her and her head is arching back now as sweat drips down from her body to mine. “Fuck…oh FUCK!!!! You are so fucking hot baby!” she spits as she looks down and her eyes roll back and her throat groans. Like a riptide, her orgasm overtakes her, pulling her body beneath the uncharted waters, throwing her every which way in a fashion that is beyond her control. My body has come to its end as well as I feel the first wad of spunk shooting inside the recesses of the tightest cunt I’ve. I reached out and gave one a pinch. She froze, nipple hardening as I rolled it between my fingers. A small shudder passed through her. She tossed a look over her shoulder, eyes trembling with fear and lust. I pinched harder, and a soft mew, almost like a cat, escaped her lips."I was thinkin' of lettin' Dillon ask me out," Miss Highlights continued, unaware of her sister's plight. "No way now."I pressed my hard pecker against Miss Braid's tight jean shorts, nuzzled her neck, and whispered, "Why. " I had fallen under the hypnotic spell of one of Europes most infamous pornographersI came round perhaps an hour later and found myself sprawled over a large red velvet couch. My legs were spread wide apart and sticky white semen was dripping from my slit and anus. My mouth too had a dried white stain running from the corners over my chin. My only clothing was a garter belt and nylons. My high heeled shoes lay next to the couch. I tried to gather my senses as I looked around the room. In.