The girl jerked her around to face her. The biker chick’s jaw slackened. Her right eye was bruised, blackened and practically glued shut.“...Please, I’m sorry I took your business. Please, oh pleeease let me go.”“Little late for that,” shouted Angie. She then started beating the blonde in the stomach, face and everywhere imaginable. The other chick got up but was promptly decked. Angie pulled her to her feet, got her in a headlock and started pounding on her. The curvy, dark haired, older teen, started stripping her clothes off, then she looked towards the dark corner of the room. Sitting in a chair was that same evil c***d that had been in Rachel’s dream. But she looked so sweet and innocent, a white lace nightdress and long golden hair. Could this still be part of the dream? Mercy walked over to her little Princess, and leaned forward to give her a kiss. She knew full well about everything that had been going on that night, what the Princess. I started sucking on the head and running my tongue around it. I’d lick up and down the shaft and then go as far down as I could. Wrapping my thumb and finger around his cock I started squeezing lightly and tried hard to take him all the way down. Breathing through my nose I lowered down and buried my nose in his pubic hair. The musty scent driving me wild. “Ah.” He moaned loud as I slowly pulled off his cock. Crawling up his body I lowered myself onto his cock. His cock was so big; I could. Next you feel something being strapped onto your waist and then to your pussy. You are shaking again, wondering what will happen. Then it hits. Vibration on your clit. The vibrator is tied down to your clit, you cannot shake it off. You immediately have a first orgasm, which makes me just turn it up another level. “Count your orgasms after each one you nasty slut. Don’t miss a single one.” “One, Sir.” “Two, Sir.”“Three, Sir”I grab a drink and just watch, ensuring you count each one. At 5 I turn.