Das einzige was er erreichte war, dass der Eimer an seinenHoden ins Schwingen versetzte und so die Schmerzen vergrößerten.Doch der Schlauch, durch d...n der Sand in den Eimer blieb an seinem Platz. Langsam drückte und drehte sie den kalten Gummiknüppel in seinenMastdarm. Das Jammern des Opfers wurde lauter. Tief führte sie den Knüppelein, nur um ihn mit einem kräftigen Ruck wieder fast gänzlich herauszuziehen.Sie fickte ihn regelrecht mit dem Schlagstock durch und beobachtete erregt,wie er sich. But, I step back, saying, “Not yet.” You look over your shoulder at me with a look that could kill, at me teasing you. I just smile and then shove my cock home into your pussy. You gasp in surprise at the force of my cock entering you. The walls of your pussy start to contract around my cock. With me inside you, your body responds to the rhythm of my thrusts. You grunt in satisfaction to the pounding your pussy is getting. I reach forward and pull a handful of your hair, as the pace of me. And creeping round the door into the hall, I saw the study door was slightly open, and light was streaming through, into the dark hall. And…voices. Jayde’s voice, and Jim’s voice. Jayde’s voice was squeaking and sighing, and Jim’s voice grunting. Oh, no..They weren’t… DOING IT, were they? I had to see. My heart in my mouth, I crept up to the door, and peeped in, doing my best not to be seen or heard… And…THERE! There was the sight I’d been dreading! Jim was stood, facing the window, standing. "I'm going to tattoo you. Everywhere. Big letters and little, all over your body, your face, your head. I'm going to rip off your fingernails and tattoo you there. You won't be able to go out, except in a latex mask, if I ever to let you out of your little prison, which will be my pussy."In spite of himself, crying, he had to ask. "What sort of tattoo, er, Mistress Desiree?" That's better, you piece of shit. Nothing much. Just "Chantal's mistake. All over you."Desiree began to laugh..