Había un cuadro torcido, restos de lámpara por el suelo, la alfombra se había encaramado en la pared, habían restos de ropa, toda idéntica, espar...idos por todo el lugar, una serie de monos naranjas con un nombre escrito "Chell", estaban distribuidos caóticamente por la sala, alguno incluso colgado del no funcional ventilador en el techo. Parecía que había tenido lugar un terremoto o similar.Al cabo de unos instantes un sonido de explosión atronador se sobrepuso a todo sonido incluyendo la. That's not to say we didn't have our little spats and occasional fights over something stupid, but it wasn't an everyday thing. We got along like best friends 80-90% of the time.Our mother was a part-time stripper, quite gorgeous, and Brittany certainly got her share of mom's looks. As I entered puberty, all I heard from other boys at school was how "Fine" my sister & mom were. Mom looked like a combination of Jacklyn Smith and Kay Parker, same hair style, dark brown-almost black, and a. I was later to discover that in the cupboards and drawers which had been placed against one of the side walls had a variety of other things inside them; like ben wa balls and fine chains with beads on them which could be stuffed inside a woman's vagina and then slowly withdrawn again.In the centre of the room was a cross like the one at Yolande's place to which your submissive victim could be chained. There were other chains and shackles at different heights for different purposes attached to. He grabbed her, giving her tits a rough feel and ramming his fingers up her very hairy cunt. He then turned as another bikie came in and said. "Get the officers; we have a recruit to sample". Pushing her onto the bed he almost tore his trousers off, pulled her legs apart and within seconds rammed his prick home. She bucked as he fucked her, clawing at her tits till they bruised. He blew, filling her totally but as he got off his officers were waiting and for the next hour those bikies fucked.