" Tell him that's very kind of him. I think we'll do the latter. I'm still anxious to get out of here," Monique confessed, still sounding uneasy."Are ...ou sure?" Debbie asked. "This can't be any riskier than that stupid tent we were living in; the scent of all those dead bodies wafting over us all night long. That couldn't have been any better for us." There's a difference between unavoidable dead bodies a safe distance away and living sources of contagion in the same house," Monique warned. After a couple of rounds her gift really came into its own. She could tell what hand the other players had got. Not like looking through the cards, she could just tell how bad their hands were. All of which helped her to bluff. She was several rounds into the game before she realised that the others were getting disgruntled. How the hell did she get to be so good? Was she hustling us? Man, this ain’t fair, most of us are down to our undies and she ain’t even lost a single item of clothing! Her. For the first time, Pamela felt like she was sleeping with a man, a real guy who wasn’t that old – after all Dennis was just 25 – but who knew how to simply take her, pull down his pants and stick his cock inside her for a few minutes of intense, pure lust without any lack of confidence that she could usually feel when having sex with boys her age. When Pamela climaxed, she screamed in a high pitched voice that was silenced when she bit the flesh inside her mouth, so that the metallic taste of. Then he attached the other end of the chain to the steel rod, lifted the Girl up turning face down – and there she was hanging horizontal with a hook in her ass holding half her weight. The guard went behind her and had his way with her. He pumped her sore pussy as a machine. Dad was almost crying from disgust but quietly went to the cabinet. Finding the machine distributing sedation was easy. Dad didn’t dare to turn it off fearing some sort of warning beep – but he yanked the tube from it,.