You can feel the bites of the worms as they use your intestine…you want to cry out, you want to move. But all in vain. Your are my slave. You are no...hing but a subject of lust and perverted sexuality. THIS IS YOUR SEXUALITIY – you want to be a subject, a nothing, a piece of raw abusive flesh, nothing else but a a****l farm.I take one of the spiders out of the box. Your perfect shining wet and lutful pussy opens wired. The lips are swollen as I used a vacuum-pump to make them huge and fleshy.. On the last day of our trip we had a campfire and returned to our rooms. We were staying in individual accommodation. During the camp fire there was some kind of fire between us. I never experienced that kind of a feeling in my life time. He started to chat with me on phone; our conversations started from Hi to can I hug u for a second (from blue to red and bright red). We were staying in a very cold place so both of us needed a tight hug and nothing else after a clear promise from both ends I. .” Albert spluttered inside his mind, seeing the mottled bruises covering his daughter’s backside.Holding her yogurt, Kimber turned to her father, a curious, innocent look on her face as her completely shaved body, unadorned except for her small hoops through her nipples (and their attendant tiny bells) was nonchalantly displayed before him. “What’s the matter?” she asked, honestly having forgotten the details of her punishment last night.“Your, um, bottom?” he said, carefully choosing his. I took her breast in my hands and gently stroked my tongue over the top of the nipple and around the then I sucked gently on the nipple, I moved from one to the other, gently licking and biting, then sucking harder. Eventually she rolled onto her back, and pulled off her skirt. I removed my clothes and she leaned forward to suck my cock. " Not yet" I said, as I pushed her back and opened her legs with my hands. " Oh yes, lick my swollen clit" she said. I got down and started to stroke my.