Just then a word came back to her from her high-school Chemistry – aromatic. The smell was from aromatic hydrocarbons, the paint thinners and variou... chemicals in autobody paint. Lenore looked around, eagerly, as they walked through a small area with a counter and sheaves of paper work invoices on it, through a small office area where a large lady sat in front of the typewriter on the desk before her. Every horizontal surface in the room had stacks of paper and dog-eared books on it. There. "Have you had a pleasant day Jill dear?" asked Lady Hunter, arching a long over-plucked eyebrow."Ever so," I replied, blushing.Her pale eyes lingered on the silver collar, and then drifted discreetly away. How much did she know? How much could she guess from our tender glances and languid bodies? Could she smell our un-showered after-sex scent, barely disguised by liberal applications of Chanel No .5 and Shalimar? Our loving had been mostly painless, blissfully slow and very long.Today she. Not knowing what to expect, he was surprised to feel a finger applying a cold liquid to his ass crack. With the gag now removed he was able to speak to his captor for the first time."What are you doing?" he asked tearfully."Shut up and find out." came the angry reply.He was even more surprised when the finger began to slip into his ass. There was more pain than he had ever experienced in his entire life, and he cried out."Shut up you stupid whore!" cried the other boy, stuffing the gag back in. "See, if you did this everyday to me we wouldn't have this problem." Brent said as he stroked my long, soft hair. "Crawl over to me." Justin demanded. I crawled over to him and he picked me up and set me on a bench. "This might hurt, Kiara. Actually, this will definitely hurt!" Justin smirked. Justin pulled down his shorts unleashing his huge cock. He told me it was 9 inches. "If you think fucking Brent hurt imagine what this is going to feel like!" He said.