When he slid his hand along her ribs, he brushed the side of her breast. She jerked. He whipped his hand back. ‘More,’ she demanded. He couldn’t...believe his ears. ‘More what?’ ‘More everything.’ He picked up the whip and flicked it across her back again. This time, even he could not mistake the sound she made as anything but arousal. He flicked again. She writhed against the bed, her dress riding up higher, revealing the line of her thighs. Again. This time she sobbed in response. ‘Please.’ . Your are wet…a little dirty bitch getting wetter and wetter. I look into your eyes…the medicine to calm you and the d**gs slowly fade. You begin to realise not only in a mood of absence of your will but also in terrifying clearness what happens to you. You can feel the bites of the worms as they use your intestine…you want to cry out, you want to move. But all in vain. Your are my slave. You are nothing but a subject of lust and perverted sexuality. THIS IS YOUR SEXUALITIY – you want to be a. " he said. "Now that you mention it, look a this pic, yeah, oh fuck! yep thats Steve, uggggh. thats steves cock!" he said showing me the pic that Steve had sent him. i noticed some smililarities but it was hard to know for sure wihtout a face pic. And for some reason that cock now looked 10x more appealing?"I cant tell for sure." I said. "It definitely could be him though." Then a thought occurred to me.... Hubby had been replying to these guys with pics of ME, oh no i thought to myself.. With the coffee table pushed aside, there was no place for Bufford or his brother to put the empties.A young black woman, kneeling between Bufford’s spread legs, had his dick inside her mouth. She was the reason he had kicked the coffee table away. The woman’s ankle-length dress pooled on the floor around her. Three stiff braids stuck out from her head, one on each side and one in the back. They bounced with her bobbing head. A metal collar was locked around her neck.Bufford looked away from.