”“I see,” I replied.A young white man, again in just tight black shorts approached. He had cropped blonde hair, handsome, with a muscular athlet...c body.“Hi Matt,” Ursula said to him, “Are you on your way to the viewing area?”“Yes Mistress,” he replied.“Well, why don’t you escort Mrs Durant over there, honey?” Ursula told him.“Of course, Mistress,” Matt said, offering his arm to Mrs Durant, “How are you Ma’am, pleased to meet you.”“Oohh Matt, hello dear,” Mrs Durant sighed, looking over Matt’s. Inside, she was once again tied to the chair, but with one hand free. A plate of food was put before her, and she was told to eat.She couldn’t. she was hungry, but she simply couldn’t bring herself to eat. These men had beaten and raped her, and now they were offering her food. It was all too much, as she broke into tears yet again.?She don’t like our food? one of the men said with a laugh.Even before she knew what was happening, someone grabbed her free arm and pulled it behind her, securing. His breasts wereso large. He looked at them in the mirror above him, then he lookeddown at them to see them for real, and the nipples were just plain big -Jack couldn't think of any other words to describe them. They were big,round, fat, swollen, pink nipples with crinkly wrinkles, and theaureoles surrounding them were about the size of grapefruits, maybe evenlarger than that. The nipples stuck out too, more than most any smallfruit he could think of at the moment. Jack kept looking at his. . she certainly was a professional at this.. I nearly came so many time in her mouth but she knew exactly when to slow down.I was on the edge of my seat the entire while, but alas we weren’t quite done. I rolled my other hand through her beautiful hair as she looked up “I think we’re ready to do this properly, don’t you?”Soon the entire apartment building could hear the wet slaps of my cock pounding her pussy as she leaned against a kitchen counter, moaning and.