The grasp of his strong rough hands was so intense, that I knew I would have bruises afterward. I, however, could wait to see these manifestations of ...leasure, later. I was so overstimulated at this point, that I scarcely had to touch my dick before my balls exploded onto the seat of the couch. Sean was not far behind and shortly I felt his body begin to shudder. With a roar, Sean finally unloaded in my backside.As I got off the sofa I submissively knelt before him and cleaned his crotch once. “That’s what you got.” “Yeah but bimbos, not a fucking half man half woman, you stupid fucker.” “She’s a bimbo and she’s built, you said big.” “Yeah but for fucks sake look at her. Big is beautiful, not fucking arms and legs like a fucking navvy you Irish imbecile,” screeched Giovanni.They stared at the two girls bound, gagged and blindfolded on a sofa in Modena Italy. The pretty bimbo, with shoulder length bleach blonde curly hair, who was short and very shapely, dressed in a tight white, low. The redness had faded, the scabs, still present, no longer looked fragile enough to crack open at the slightest movement. Ever so gently, Dante ran his thumb down the scab line. He leaned in closer, even more gently; he planted a kiss on the healing wound.Angel shivered, feeling his breath roll across the tender skin of her pubic area. Dante had given her another gentle kiss before pulling away from her, and helping her back into her shorts.“Come on, get your shoes on.”Angel looked up at Dante. Why I thought that you liked to dominate another slave girl?" "That was different, she was........." "A stranger? Someone that you barely knew? Surely by now you have learned that the girl beneath the whip doesn't have a say in who dominates her. Either Tiffany will dominate Janet, or vice versa. Else you can both be sure that you will both be punished in a manner that both of you will never forget." Janet could see that her protest had no effect on Erica. She realized that nothing.