As they passed a slave was hanging by a set of manacles and was screaming out each time a cattle prod was pressed against her back. All of this Willow...and Page witnessed in a matter of seconds before passing through another door at the far end of the room. As the door closed the sobbing of the girl being shocked was cut off completely.While the casino had been plush and the other area had been almost slaughter-house harsh, this area was different too. The lighting was softer and the clinical. " “Good, so we know who is who," Veronica looked me over. "I'm tired of talking, my arms hurt and my wrists are chafed. So you’re the handyman? Come on; get handy with me." She shook her hair again and growled at me. "I'm trussed up now; you can do bad things to me." This was indeed a unique situation. Because how often do you get called in to see the Wholly Holy Dean Veronica, handcuffed with her perfect naked ass right out there to be seen?She’d already invited me twice to ravage her: I. .Bhaiyya aapki behan aaj aapke samne hai aapki premika banker….Aaj bahut chodna hai na apni behan ko aapko…mai – ham meri pyari behan…Komal – to apni pyari behan ko bhaiyya apna land nahi dekhaoge…maine ye sunte hi apna underwear utar diya…mera land ek dam kadak tha…aur apni behan ko salami de raha tha…komal – waah bhaiyya aapka land to bahut mota aur bada hai…ye to aaj apni behan ki faad hi dega…mai – haa meri behan aaj to teri fat hi jayegi..Fir komal ne halka halka dance karna shuru kiya…wo. She semi screamed 'ohh fuck me Timmy' as she rested her elbows on to the table, looking at me with glazed eyes, morbid approval and screaming the whole time. After several minutes her head fell back and she yelled at the kitchen table lights. 'oh fucking God Timmy, I'm gunna' she started to hum out a wine. There was no doubt that Chris's horny neglected grandmother was climaxing, years of sexual frustrastion blew as she continued to wine in delight. Like a dumb ass I continued to fuck the hell.