They return with a shipping pallet covered by a sheet of copper and a power generator. Lillian sees it and shakes her head, her cries erupting through...the gag. I can’t understand a word she’s saying but I don’t need to. The men place the pallet on the floor and slide it below Lillian’s bare feet. She’s naked except for her panties, which are still wedged between her pussy lips. I give the rope around her neck a thwack and explain the rules.?The cunt is going to dance for us,? I say, putting an. By the way, are you familiar with the Head's signature?'Blinking, Nicola looked at him and then away. 'Yes... yes sir. I think so.''Oh. Because the signature in your letter is quite a good copy but not what I would call a first-class one.'Mr Russell's words took some time to sink it. Nicola was after all still in something of a state of shock.'Wha...what, sir?''The signature, Nicola. A forgery. And you know today's date of course. The first of April.'The penny finally dropped. Nicola's mouth. She liked being the man. Being in charge. He hated it at first, she said. But in a way he must have loved it too, because his cock was a wooden pole the whole time. And when she orgasmed just from the raw animality of pounding into him, he came too! 'It was different' was what he said when she asked him how it felt. 'I'll bet!' she replied. 'I heard you moaning for more!' She found that when she was wearing the cock and he knew he had to take it into his body, he'd submit to other. Instead, I spend most of my time drunk, even in office.I am not much into whore-fucking but one such slut caught my attention at the “Badnaam gali of the rajdhani” I.E. “Mali sahi” in the kharvel Nagar region of Bhubaneswar. Cutting short of the crap, Savita was a Bengali prostitute from sonagachhi, wb, who was there for quite some time at mali sahi. I had quite good relations with many of the vendor aunties there due to the colorful attitude of my boss to hang out with different women by.