She opened her eyes and looked down her body; she could see herself in the mirror at the foot of her bed. It was like she was watching someone else, w...tching a gorgeous naked horny girl. She watched as she began to run her fingers more purposefully across her mound. She hitched herself up the bed a little and positioned the pillows so that she had a better view of her reflection in the mirror. She opened her legs wider, her knees bent and with soles of her feet together. She watched her. When two of the leaders spoke to one another across me from where they were parked on either side, discussing me as they might a particularly interesting roadkill, their voices were like slabs of rough granite scraping together, deep, rumbling, gritty, powerful yet understated.I glanced back and forth between them as they spoke, enough to keep my personhood despite their objectifying manner, yet not enough to be challanging, as I tried to stay centered and relaxed while still showing I. Riley, get the whip.? Charlotte’s mouth opened wide and she glanced at Mary who hung limply, crying pitifully in the arms of the pirate behind her. The poor girl wasn’t even aware of what was going on, much less the offer made by the captain. Mary wouldn’t stand thirty, much less an additional fifteen strokes. Charlotte shook her head. ?I do NOT accept! You will not hurt Mary!? Charlotte demanded, pushing herself forward. She didn’t get far thanks to the men that still held. Hot Bod proves it. I never would have noticed him two days ago. He wouldhave been virtually inconsequential, just part of the background. TodayI can't stop imagining his tight ass cheeks strolling away down theplatform. I'm imagining his confident macho strut. The way thesleeveless t shirt, a 'wife beater', allows his strong back to expressitself. Following the Y form of his body, the white t first disappearsunder the waistband of his extended baggy boxers, then the boxersdisappear under denim..