My pussy wet and swollen, my asscunt streched.and then you bring me to bed, so i dont move to much and burn calories.you tie me down. a rope tight aro...nd my gut, cutting in my fat and tieing my hands to my back- so only thing i can do is to pull open my asscheeks when you tell me to!my legs, you spread wide and tie them up high, so i cant close them. now you can use my both dirty fuckholes, fist my lose trainned asscunt, may you fill my ass with liquids or mashmellows something sticky big..and. I was not bothered. I was worried when will the fruit vendor come and the lunch wala come.The girls were all looking at me and were passing some comments about me and laughing. One of the bold girls came out with me onto the platform and asked me where is the water tap. I took her along and showed her the water tap.While going to the tap to protect her from the surging crowd, I had to keep my hand around her shoulder. She looked at my face and then kept quiet I gave a soft press to her shoulder. She had known the car was going to eventually break down, but, of course, it chose the worst time to break down at. She checked her watch. It was 8:43p.m, and her sister's wedding reception was at 9:15. She checked her G.P.S, but it told her she was miles away from anywhere of even the smallest importance. Biting her lip, she held back tears of frustration, and concentrated on the car. She turned the key, but it only chugged softly, and died again. "Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck!"She blew out a sigh. The torturers in the palace, men and women alike, used all the traditional methods used in public, but also very specific, and ingenious genital torments on captives. The royal torturers and torturesses were renowned for their skills and ability to torture a man’s naked penis for hours, to have him writhing, screaming, and wailing for mercy while his cock was worked over and tormented in detail, or his testicles punished in creative ways and his rectum made to suffer unbearably. The palace.