All of the girls were beautifuland their bodies bore countless marks of whippings and torture. He informed methat they had all been his slave girls an... that he liked looking at theirphotos. I told him I was looking forward to the time when my photo wasdisplayed too. He told me I had to wait as they were his previous slave girls,who had all been sold to other buyers across the world. ?Now,Debbee, get on your knees like a good little slut! Itmay be Christmas but you?re still going to show me how. Their competitive play has them rolling around in the snow, with more than a little snow making its way inside their clothes. But neither seems to really notice – they are fully focused on the battle at hand. Exhausted, he finally relents, and she straddles him, pinning his hands to the ground at either side of his head. They share a long, tender gaze as they both breathe heavily, each still assessing the situation to be prepared in case the other makes a sudden movement to renew the battle. . I never let go of it with my lips and finally started slowly working it back and forth. Getting use to the feel, and where it was. I was enjoying it. The taste was as wonderful as I had expected or dreamed about, but just a little more tart than I thought. But I loved it. I started sucking softly as I worked it back and forth. I kept pushing deeper, I started hitting the back of my throat but kept control of the gag reflex. I was almost there. I needed to feel the short hairs rubbing my nose.. She grabbed my nipple and pulled and twisted it until she had extended it beyond what was normal. She took a pin and drove it through the base of my nipple. I screamed like never before from the pain in such a delicate spot. My screams continued as she drove the second pin through my other nipple. She then took both pins and turned them as if she was winding a clock. The pain tore through each breast as my brain exploded from the torture. Beth then pulled the pins out and replaced them with two.