Willy will only intervene if he thinks you will be damaged and you know how far he goes sometimes." A number of the slaves were openly crying.During m... afternoon session in her office, I asked Sapphire about what they did. "They like to use canes and whips and make our flesh raw and exceedingly painful. They are into rope bondage too and the woman is especially sadistic. They're much the same as the overseers of the Burma railway in World War II." Oh my God, why does the king allow it?" Money.". The whole room was set up. The basement was basically one big open room. There were four pillars holding up the rest of the house and the staircase, but otherwise it was wide open.The washer and dryer in the back sat next to the furnace and pump. The floor was concrete over there. Carpet, the only carpet in the house, covered the rest of the floor. A poker table sat in the middle; on the west side, three bookshelves were cluttered with board games. Alex’s guitars, drumkit, and keyboard. The uniform consisted of a red lace bra and matching knickers with the nipple and pussy areas cut out, and red pumps. When Sam opened the door, she found Stacy lying on the couch with her head on a soft pillow and her eyes closed. Stacy's satin robe was open exposing most of her voluptuous 36DD breasts and pussy covered in soft curly red hair. “You can start by rearranging the flowers,” Stacy ordered pointing to the flower arrangement set on the table behind her close to her. They were additionally fueled though by a couple of wild girls on a tear, telling me their secret kinkiest dreams, knowing they’d most likely never see me again. The inspirational tales were plentiful, and the ambiance was lushly seductive, to say the least. The nights were cool and star-lit, the minimally-clad body landscape was ever shifting. In another month, I knew I’d be scrambling for some last breaches into new feral places, planting some new nude memories for the carnal scrapbook of my.