’ When we went back inside, she added, ‘But first, the mistletoe.’ She’d seen it in a box that I took downstairs by mistake, but I saw another...package in the corner. I stripped from the waist down and held the mistletoe over my crotch, waiting to see her reaction. I also wondered why it was taking so long. I heard her saying, ‘Mistletoe’s ready, get ready to kiss me!’ When she turned the corner, I saw that she’d done the same thing I did. I knelt in front of her and leaned in to kiss her pussy.. Most conspicuously, the humbler used upon Dennis, was now attached horizontally to her breasts and screwed tightly, compressing both of them.In addition it functioned as a serving tray and a glass of liquid was precariously resting on it. She was also wearing a placard around her neck, with ?Useless Slut? inscribed upon it.I foolishly asked Mistress what was to become of her. ?She’ll be kept here for another day but we plan to take some pictures of her and sell them to a bondage website, she. This was one of those times.I found the apartment complex quickly (nice place – good sign) but after searching through the buildings for the number that she had given me I was getting a little desperate. As I walked between the last two buildings, with no visible apartment numbers in sight, one of the doors opened slightly and I heard, “Over here”.At this point I was actually tempted to keep walking. Luckily my dick was in control and pulled me right over to her door which was open just enough. By now,Tuula had stopped screaming and was only makingfaint mewling sounds. Peter lusted for her, her pendulous breastsvisible between her spread thighs, her long hairspilling on the floor. The waves of pain from histortured intestines, however, detracted from theotherwise interesting events. Men forced Peter todrink more water from the hose and then applied thehose to Tuula's ass hole, filling her bowels until sheshrieked with pain. The contents spewed forth, andthe solid parts were.