I did it quickly; without any hesitation, waiting breathlessly for what would come next.I felt the cold crystal vase, so hard, rubbing against my ass,...down to my slit and up to my clit. The bastard rubbed it gently and then with more intensity. The vase fitted so perfectly against my cunt and I was wet with excitement. I begged him to rub me harder…He laughed and placed the vase at the opening of my cunt. Then he leant again, whispering he was going to fuck me with this perfect vase, just to. He wanted her to repent her sins, but was sure the Devil in her would not allow that to happen. He knew she would suffer more before she gave herself to God once more.On his return to the dungeon he moved the Judas Cradle closer. To call it a Judas Cradle is inaccurate. Though it ore a resemblance to one, the Judas Cradle had a pyramid with a nine inch base. Walter’s had a three inch base. The original Cradle would rupture the flesh. Walters version would also rupture the flesh, but would also. I saw no fear in her eyes and she stood regal, prepared to fight if it became necessary. For that moment frozen in time she appeared to be an ethereal vision. The illusion was soon broken. Kincaid once again moved after she determined that I was friend and not foe. She turned back toward the loch, wrapping her plaid about her shoulders for modesty. I, however, could not forget the sight that had awaited me as I approached the loch. My loins were fired and I was hard pressed to continue to walk. Cal wont be back for a half an hour, right?” Ralph nodded, never having felt a girl massage his cock the way this luscious freshman was. “Right,” he gasped as he got braced on his elbows and moved his whole body up along hers as he thrust hard and deeply, hoping to excite her clit and bring her off. They both were grunting with effort. Most of the females he had known complained about the size of his manhood, but this little girl seemed to hardly notice how well-equipped he was. Well, he.