Of course the bruises, cuts and welts adorning her sluty malnourishedbody didn?t help either. Especially the ones on her fat tits, which wereconvenien...ly bearing the brunt of her weight. And of course it didn?t help thathe had neglected to remove the pins from her tits and ass before tying her downfor the night. She wasn?t sure if he had forgot or left them thereintentionally, but it wasn?t her place to mention it. Competing with the painfor her thoughts was her sexual frustration. He had cum. . Beatrice screamed.The whip stung her hard, her body wracked in it's bonds, making the little heart shaped gold nipple weights begin to happily swing to and fro again, wrenching and stretching her fat nipples and teats into tortured pain."Whap!"Then... Whap-Whap-Whap-Whap, on and on in surprise rapidity, the thin thongs of Thrornton's black whip bit into her ass.Madison looked down at the juncture of the whirring shafts and was delighted to see that the lubricant flow rate was sufficient. It. ‘Excuse me,’ she said, tapping Lars on the shoulder. He stood up and she slid in next to Hunter, settling in beside him. He slid his arm around her shoulders and Lars sat back down next to her. Moria couldn’t believe it. Here she was squished between her lover, Hunter, whom she’d fantasized about forever and Lars, whom she’d admired for ages. She took Hunter’s cup and drank the coffee that was in it, nearly 3/4 of a cup. She was as much of a caffeine addict as he was. ‘So, Moria, do you play. ’ I slid back up to the top of the bed and rested my head on her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me tenderly. I cuddled into her, my arm draped over her stomach. My handfound its way to her breast and rested there like it was molded. ‘Get some sleep, Marri,’ she whispered. ‘Good night, Lori.’ * * * * * I woke up slowly, still wrapped in Lori’s arms. Our naked bodies were still pressed together and my hand still rested lightly on her breast. She was still sleeping, her.