I sat on my knees and began to suck on his making him sit on the sofa.He was stroking my bare back and breasts while getting a blow job from his keep....��Now i am your bitch swamy so please do me like a bitch,” I said and turned on all fours offering my plyump round buttocks to him with my thigsh spread. Akhil stroked my hips a little and sat behind me on his knees.He locked my hips in his strong thighs like a rider mounting a mare and then isnerted his erect cock in my wet soggy puchchi. I cried. The circle of shields crumpled, guardsmen scrambling to get some space from the suddenly swarming shadows to no avail. The guards were cut down, falling to the brutality and efficiency of their enemy. A hand raised over her mouth, Silmaria watched with mounting horror as the guards, most of them good, decent men, fell one after the other. The air was thick with the smell of blood and pain. Screams and moans of the dying were spaced between the screech of metal on metal and the wet sound of meat. Since she had learned how to handle physical damage and began to encourage Frank to be more violent with her, he couldn't remember the number of times he'd nearly killed her, starting with that delightful cunt shredder she loved so much, then moving on to knife wounds, guns and even explosives. At one time, he even had a Tri-d Vid, a 'snuff film', in which she'd voluntarily starred, of her being mutilated and murdered in a Japanese torture cage. For a moment, he wondered what had happened to. I hear one of the stall doors open and close. I can’t believe the hot dad from outside is now in the stall next to me while I have a raging hard on in my hand. I slowly start to beat my meat again as the excitement of having him in there next to me is to much. I’m getting into a groove when I feel a presence behind me and I hear the words, “Can I give you hand with that?” as this dads hands reach around me and grab hold of my hard cock. As he begins to slowly stroke me I feel his lips on the.