David was already excited and started to thrust the moment her soft mouth enveloped his cock. David was like a jack hammer and was rough, he grabbed ...er hair and thrusted quickly.Brian had managed to catch his breath and was able to comprehend that firstly he had had a blow job and was now watching his friend basically abuse this girl. He was pounding her face and she was struggling to keep going and almost choked but she took every stroke. Brian could tell that she was enjoying the process,. This, I realized, was the Punishment Room.„Mercy... m-mercy... m-m-mercy...“ I found myself croaking.„Put her on the block,“ said the same male voice.„No... ooooo... No.... ooooooo! It was me shrieking. I wanted to die! I wanted anything... anything... but to feel that deadly biting rod!Remorselessly the leathern straps began to pinion me.My thighs... my waist... my wrists...I found myself utterly helpless, with my hindquarters upthrusting.„Any volunteers?“ asked a woman’s voice. It must have. Her hair was a normal brown and tied up in a tight bun, but I could tell it would fall easily to her waist. Her face had high cheek bones and well-shaped lips. She wore light make-up and dark sunglasses. I didn't think the sunglasses were necessary with the heavy overcast, but then some wore them outside all the time just like a coat in the winter. She did wear a long trench coat that was buttoned up and tied at the waist. It covered whatever she wore underneath and her hands were deep in her. He was a man whose body was clearly ruined if not his spirit. He didn’t seem as depressed as his Abigail had indicated. Of course he was among fellow warriors for the most part here in the VFW “party” room.He made his way to the man. This would be a test for sure, thought Gregory Williams.“Hello Sam, I hear you’ve been getting a lot of visitors,” he said coming up to him from behind. The wheelchair spun around at the sound of the familiar voice.“Greg! Greg Williams,” I said. “Uh-yes, a few.” I.