"Not at all," she said. "I think it was very sexy."The party was breaking up. Less than half the original number of guests were at breakfast, and many...were preparing to leave, wearing boring traveling clothes, not the fascinating outfits they had been wearing.Holly recognized several well-dressed guests, in tastefully expensive clothes. Yet she realized they had been "slaves" at the party, on the lowest rung of the ladder, by obvious choice."Did you enjoy the party?" Donatien asked from behind. Becca’s hand unconsciously crept downwards, reacting to the moisture forming between her slender thighs. Fingers toiling towards its goal, her breathing quickened. As her thumb briefly passed over her clit, she awoke with a start. Unable to ignore her growing excitement, she dipped a finger into her delicate folds. Biting her lip in obvious pleasure, she let her thumb swirl around her clit. Continuing the slow prodding of her lower lips, Becca sang out a soft moan. She removed her bra with one. ?Remember, you are mine now.?Jack kept screaming. His kidnapper’s dick was huge, thick and long inside him. All he could feel was pain. The thrusts came sharp and snapped, hammering Jack against the bed. Eventually Jack’s screams gave way to choking sobs, and all he could think about was the pain.His captor grunted and stilled, a few shallow thrusts finishing him off. Jack’s hands clenched behind his back and he hid his face in the bedcovers. The dick stayed in Jack for a little while, the. The proud shoulders and tapering lines of her torso, the perfect curve of her bare lower back and the light sheen of sweat in the valley over her spine, the skin-tight tiny shorts over her flawless ass and those long, muscular but finely tapering legs, all combined into a special, perfect woman… it was too much. The blood roaring in my ears all but drowned out her words, and I had to force myself to stay in my seat.She was barefoot, which somehow made her seem smaller, more vulnerable, and so.