Her jewellery was removed, and even her lipstick was wiped off. As she stood shivering slightly she looked round the room and quickly recognised it fo... what it was, a torture chamber. The nipple clips, clamps and thumbscrews she recognised, and the other Judas Chair for impaling miscreants was unmistakable. The other items she could only guess at, but they did not bode well for her comfort and safety in the next few hours.Seeing her fearful glances into the far corner, the Emir tried to. Mai waise thora at ease nhi ho pata hun sab ke sath,and ye jagah naya hai mere liye, so mai chupchap sabse mila,party manai, drinks lia, khana bhi khaya sabke sath, jab mai ne drinks le raha tha mai dekha us larki, uska nam tha kanchan wo larki south india se thi, wo mere hi taraf dekh rahi thi. Mera glass khali dekh kar uth kar ai and boly excuse me sir may I help you, mai bola ya sure, you may wo mere glass me drinks le kar a gai and mere hath me dene lagi, to achanak kisi ne pichhe se halka. It all began when i was chatting in a certain chat app which i will not mention here, and some random guy was interest in me, he was called Tony, an aged guy, big belly and so hairy. he was in his late 40's. Tony made a proposal to me that i didn't turn down. "this weekend will be perfect, but i would love a group sex with you, and some other guys and another sissy, a teen like you" he said. i didn't know if i could handle other guys, but i accepted, knowing he is the only guy that was. She was kneeling, legsspread wide. She moved in unison with the cock that penetrated her violentlyfrom the rear. It had been such a beautiful and peaceful morning. Then themayhem began. The newspaper that she had been reading lay strewn throughout theroom. The remains of her morning coffee lay in a broken porcelain cup on thefloor. Ironically, the paper was open to the Style section showing a picture ofher in an elegant black evening gown which showed off her ample curves at arecent fund-raiser.