She watched, astounded, at first, to see her naked body appear on screen. Her arms and legs were spread widely and the water funneled down her throat....Three men and two women were standing around her. The tape had obviously been delivered to Darius before her return."I... I can't hold it..." she moaned as there were first a first drops which trickled down her leg, followed by a steady stream and finally her bladder emptying itself uncontrollably.Mioki watched her counterpart on the videotape. A turn of the page had a model in a close-up holding her head at afetching angle. She had a pretty face. Simon angled his own head,modeling itself after...This is not my War book.Simon froze.Yet, his eyes lingered on the images within the magazine.Of all the words around the model, words like ?unisex? and ?worthwearing? lingered on his mind. His eyes had only briefly scanned overthe words!Simon started to reach over to the novel, even with the magazine on hislap, and open to another interesting. Matt knew she couldn’t get out, the rope was too soft and pliable, and while it wouldn’t hurt her delicate skin, it also wouldn’t let her slip out. Matt stared at her exquisite face as she struggled, mesmerized by her beauty. Kelly gave up and looked at him with a smile. ‘Oh my gosh. You got me,’ she said with a grin. Matt dazedly watched his hand, as if it were someone else’s, reach out to touch her freckled forearm. He slowly dragged his fingertips down her arm, marveling at it’s softness. He. Usingan extended index finger, he scoured his semen from her cheek as he went, finallypausing just above the girl's still parted lips. "Stick out your tongue." Veronica's eyes darted in seemingly random directions as she grasped whatthe man had in mind. She flexed her jaw, trying to protest, but he only increasedthe force until her cheeks burned from the pressure. "I told you to stick out your tongue, slut. And I meant now !" Veronica's breath came in irregular spurts. Opaque white bubbles.