"This is the playroom," Marcus uttered grimly. "And it's not new, either. There will be holding cells, probably somewhere along the back wall."I nodde... and worked to ignore the mess that was covering my paws, following behind the old Demon as he picked his way back across the room. My eyes fell upon more and more atrocities that had my hackles raised and a continuous growl echoing around the room. Everywhere was the sight and smell of blood, though a faint memory of human waste drifted up out. The tape was run around her wrists and then around the table, securing them firmly in place.As soon as Stacy got her breath back she began kicking at Jerry. Her attacker merely grinned his creepy grin and began taping her ankles to the legs of the table. Her legs were spread painfully apart and her groin muscles were protesting as the table was around five feet wide. Jerry stepped back and admired his handiwork.?Let me go you fucking creep!? Stacy screamed at him, pulling at her bonds. ?I?m. He was mouthfucking Keerthi mam instead of her giving him a blowjob. Her lips were kissing his balls every time he pressed her head towards him. Keerthi was choking and gasping for her breath. He held her head still and cum inside her mouth itself.He took his penis outside her mouth and pulled her hair. Keerthi mam was in pain. He showed her mouth with his cum in the camera and told her to swallow it. She swallowed hesitantly and bent on the floor. She took her breath and asked him why you’re. “You’ve shut yourself in here like you’re some damn prisoner of your mind,” he stated with words of truth. Sarah had been in her room for the last three hours, filling up on recorded TV dramas. TJ perused the room, seeing the light pile of clothes lying beside her bed (including a pair of pink panties of hers that he recalled sniffing a few weeks back), the makeup rack scattered all over the place on the shelf, then he spotted the pack of cigarettes on the dresser. He pointed towards them.