"- Nanci looked around and only saw the group nodding. Her eyes darted from eye to eye, looking for some sign of solidarity.. Why would everyone want ...o hurt her? What could she have done so awful that there was no one willing to help her, to stand up for her, to protect her... No one... just clod smiles and glances set on her and she felt enormously little and vulnerable.-"Please. Don't, don't hurt me..."- She managed to squeeze off her lips. Sweat broke in her forehead.Bob and Bill got. Thorough, constant douching wasalways required of Natalie's slaves, although again Gareth wouldn'tparticularly care what the slave thought of sucking things after they'd beenimpaled in his ass. david was, after all, always required to clean everythingthat had been up there thoroughly, so the onus was on him to ensure he hadcleaned himself beforehand. On thisparticular day, however, Natalie had administered a series of painful enemasprior to Gareth's arrival, filling the slave with icy cold. ”“You let your husband spank you?” Charley smiles at the randy suggestion.“No, I don’t let him,” Eliza says with a smirk before adding “It was part of our marriage vows. He was EXPECTED to spank me in front of my family so that my Dad and Mum would know he’d keep me from being a total whoring slag.”“Your parents were okay with that?” Charley seems shocked.“Once I hit puberty I would fuck anything and anyone that walked. They caught me having a go at the stairwell banister one day. My minge was. Instead of acting as if she were embarrassed about what she had said, she acted as if she were naked in front of me. When a woman is simply apologizing for being irrational, she doesn’t cover her clothed breasts with her arm, or splay her hand over her clothed pussy. I was young, but I read a lot. I knew the signs, and there was no mistaking the look in Grandma’s eyes. She was as turned on as a cat in heat.She took the hand that had symbolically hidden her pussy and put it on my arm. She smiled.