"So what do we do?" he asked."Why hell son, we listen to their tale, then we break their asses." I said."So who do you want first?" he asked."Bring me...the chick," I said. I pushed the furniture against the wall to make an open space. I put one of the clunky metal folding chairs, I had bought at a yard sale, in the middle of the floor. It wasn't a black prison, but it would do. The chick on the way was no pro breaking her shouldn't be too hard.Before she showed up I wanted details of the take. Then, when I squeeze your udders, milk will really squirt out. I can make some money out of that, too. Lots of men will pay good money to watch a young girlie having her udders milked.”Lotte’s vagina squelched and distended, giving her an orgasm. She grunted deeply, like an a****l, and was instantly ashamed. A powerful smell came from her vagina, mixing with the sweat smell coming from her armpits. Kiffi looked down at her and smiled.She looked down at Kiffi’s willy, which seemed even. The pain pulses, thumps inside her tortured body. Her mind rages with fear, anger and frustration as she mentally urges herself to resist, yet realizing her arms are barely moving, just twitching as she can’t believe she’s staring at her own reflection, chrome clamps sparkling off the front of her naked body. Leaning away, he lets the monitor’s camera get a full view of his work. Her quivering body glistens under the single light reflecting down across her naked flesh as she sets in an. I swept the little spots of sweat that had appeared on my forehead and stood up hurriedly. As I started walking, I realized I was still holding the red thong in my hands. I looked around, dashed to the bed and hid the thong under the pillow as I rushed to the door. As I opened the door, I found Crystal standing there, still trying hard to avoid an eye contact. "Oh, Hi Mr Smith!" she said with a rather nervous voice, "I think I left my mobile in the house." There was a moment of silence as for.