"Four years we loved, played, fucked! I sucked your cock dry a hundred times! Then you walked away from me like that?" None of it matters!" he managed... realizing the ridiculousness of his statement. "I mean, Christ, I love her, Priscilla!" And me, what am I? Some sort of forgotten whore?" Damn it, let's face the truth for once!" Mark gasped, struggling against her as she nudged him toward the bed. "You wanted someone to play with and you had him! No marriage, Priscilla... face it, I was beneath. Ehe ich mich versah sch?ttete sie mir eine Tasse kochendes Wasser ?ber die angenagelte Brust. Ich schrie auf und zuckte gewaltig mit der Brust zur?ck, aber die N?gel hielten, das Brustfleisch riss nur ein. Diesen Vorgang wiederholte Rita nun mit ansagen. D.h. ich sagte ?jetzt? und sie goss die Tasse auf meine angenagelte und geh?utete Brust. Schlie?lich entnahm sie ihrer Tasche eine d?nne Rattanrute. Mit ihr schlug sie, von vorn beginnend, auf die angenagelte Brust. Sehr gezielt und mit voller. She was vocal about it, profanities pouring out of her in a torrent of filth and depravity that, oddly considering Alana had just taken on five men with her mouth, her anus, and cunt, shocked me to hear. It struck me that Alana was a fallen angel. That face was sweet and innocent, her demeanour so engaging and open that it didn’t seem right to hear her talk that way. Even with semen all over her skin and as her body took the man’s cock something jarred with me. Yet there se was in street. It was the way she kept looking away while other slaves were whipped or when the dogs were fucking the cousins that told Sapphire this woman didn’t like watching slaves being subjected to the more extreme torments and possibly them being inflicted on slaves at all. In fact this woman seamed more of a submissive hiding in the clothing of a dominatrix to Sapphire. Especially since this woman had been soft enough to allow Stephanie to keep her name made Sapphire wonder which one was really holding.