.. Er lacht leise... Und antwortet ihr, wobei er immer lauter und aggressiver klingt. "Was ich will? Ich will dich aufschlitzen und sehen wie du verbl...test du kleine, dreckige Schlampe!" Dann zieht er das Messer mit einem Ruck heraus und hält es ihr mit der Spitze unter das Kinn. "Wie hättest du es denn gerne?" Mit dem Messer fährt er langsam runter und schneidet ihre Mantelknöpfe ab. Einen nach dem anderen. Sie zittert, hält still. Hofft so noch eine Chance zu bekommen. Er ist direkt vor. Let me introduce myself. I'm Jake Whittaker. I'm 19 and half British and half Indian. Luckily, I've got the best of both worlds in terms of looks. I'm 5'11 tall, I have deep set brown eyes and wavy black hair thanks to my Indian lineage. Talking about my skin, I'm a light shade of brown, coincidentally the kind of skin tones English people want to achieve. I'm kind of good looking and I've a fairly decent body, thanks to football which I play nearly everyday.Coming to the story, this was my. Perhaps if Martha hadn’t been so intent on going home with you the previous evening, and had put more effort into keeping an eye on her drink than into belittling Laura throughout the night things might have turned out differently for her, but you are in no mind to regret the chance Martha’s own selfishness has offered you to give Laura justice. The whip rattles a little as you pick it up, and Martha squirms on the bed, struggling against the ropes that hold her spread-eagle. Laura, on. “Sorry Alex” I couldn’t help myself from laughing and feeling much more relaxed after something so silly had happened.“That’s okay, I don’t really need to breathe much!” Then I felt his tongue swipe across my lips, bringing a gasp of pleasure and surprise from me.Sara’s hands on my ass were quickly replaced by Alex as he began working in earnest on my pussy, trying hard to make me cum. Gently nibbling at my clit, slipping his tongue inside me, sucking at my lips. Obviously he had had some.