“I know Murphy, but she is so fucking pretty and so sexy, I just wanted to grab her and love her for the rest of my life,” Kelly said.“I just be... all three of you would love to have some of the little minx yourself, wouldn’t you?”“Yes, we would, I’ll answer for all of us. I know you would love to see that little girl spinning around on top of your dick too. Now wouldn’t you?” Valeria said.“She would look good up there, wouldn’t she?” I laughed and they all agreed.“I wish she would call his hand. At one point I hit Sally's horn just to have my own sound, and it sounded weak and pale in this sound-deadening place. The only thing worse, I'm convinced, would have been if this place had been completely silent.I've always thought, and nobody has ever said otherwise, that all Highway segments are equally sized. That's clearly not true.Or maybe it is true, but our sizes change. After all, The Highway remakes you as it sees fit. So far, thought, both Sally and I seemed to be exactly the way. I then kissed her softly on her right cheek. K seemed to relax a little and then I kissed her softly on her lips. K and I kissed and her mouth opened for my tongue. K was trying to stand still and she still had her fingers locked behind her neck and that forced her chest out toward mine. As my tongue slipped into her open mouth, I placed one of my hands behind her waist and pulled her into me. With my other hand, I sneaked under her skirt and into her very wet folds. K moaned into my open mouth. Her breast have been nailed to the wooden table below, three nails in each, including one through each nipple. The torturer is just setting down a wicked cane, with which he has almost destroyed all the flesh on her ass and upper legs. All of her skin is bleeding and black and blue. Her caning must have been twice as agonizing with her breasts secured to the wood; every time she flinched, she must have torn some tender tit meat. Upon closer look, her right nipple is indeed dripping blood.She is.