I thought.Monique walked around her captive. Of course there were two captives in the room, myself and my husband but it seemed that somehow we had di...ferent status and the I was the slave of Monique where as he was treated like the slave of a slave.I wondered at her next move. It came with a suddenness that was blinding and made me start in shock. She laid a blow of the crop, that veil hybrid of horse-whip and tawse across his thighs. The blow landed on the bunched muscle at the top of his. "Oh no, don't... don't..." Jesus Christ, you fuckin' bitch! Don't lie to me," Brad grunted, working his hips from side to side.Barbara stiffened, arching her back as she felt his cock slipping and stirring around in her pussy. "You're... you're going to kill meeeee with that thing!" she gasped.Brad only laughed, tightened his ass muscles and shoved forward again. Looking up, Barbara saw his face slacken, then tighten up once more as inch after cock-throbbing inch slurped into her furry. Buza do meri piyas mene us se pucha pehale kabhi dalwaiya he to wo boli ni. Mene apne lund pe condom chadaiya or lund ko choot ke uppar firane laga jis se uski tadap or bad gai Fir wo kamar uthane lagi jis se lund andar chala jye par ja ni paaa raha tha fir mene Hath se lund ko choot ke muh pe rakha or ek zoor ka zatka mara uski ankho se ansu nikal aye mera supara andar jaa chuka tha or muze bhi halka se dard mahasus hua qki uski choot bhot tight ti mene apne lips uske lips pe rakh diye or use. .arms overhead and wrists together." I wrapped them enough to be convincing before stringing them to the headboard. A black silk scarf, knotted at the back of her head, covered her mouth.A section of the headboard was removed so that I could frame Laurel from that point of view, her face alone in focus. Her arms, wrist ropes, jutting buttocks and thong-bound ankles were blurred with a shallow depth of field. "Let's see your best damsel eyes, please."Stopping down, I sharpened more and more of.