They both had fine features. His jaw was a little squarer than hers.Her eyes were closer together than his, but she disguised this flaw withclever ey... makeup. Her eyes were blue and she had dark hair. He hadgreen eyes and light brown hair. But her hair was thin, and she worethat dark blunt cut wig almost always. That wig was untouched and fittedhis head. All he needed was blue colored contact lenses, and he couldpick those up easily.He could use her passport to travel. He knew that. “You may scream if you want to.” Irritated I looked at him. “But I don't have to?” “No, you don't have to.” He smiled and left the room.He left me like this, shackled, aroused and in this weird room. It wasn't cold but my nipples were nearly as hard as the stone I was kneeling on. I felt my fast heartbeat, tried to control my fast breathing.The door opened. His footsteps and another sound. A clicking sound. I turned my head. He was back, leading a big black dog. “Fuck”, I cursed and my stomach. Nope, the closest you came to pleasing Mrs. Cunningham was in those sweet private moments in a New York hotel room, your eyes closed, your breath ragged, cock in hand. It was good though. Always good, she knew precisely how to induce those toe-curling orgasms. The “A-Minor Band” wraps up their set just as you finish your steak; pushing your plate aside, you order a beer. The room fills with polite applause for the band as they exit the stage; like everyone else, you oblige. The music hadn’t. "Holy shit, this bitch is hot," said the man whose cock was lodged in her pussy, "I've never made a woman cum in one stroke before." That's because you've never met a woman like Brenda before. She's a walking, talking, wet dream come true. Wait until you're friend sticks his cock up her ass; get ready to hold on tight," I warned him.Just as I finished talking, the other guy had speared Brenda's butthole."AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG," Brenda screamed, her body.