"And I can guess who'lldrive the nails in," she grinned. The picture showed Vera playing cards but it wasn't quite the Vera we sawin front of us and i... wasn't cribbage they were playing. I'd titled it, 'StripPoker'. Vera sat bare chested, breasts sagging at the table, her look concentratingon the cards in her hand. Her flowery blouse and bra were on the table. Insteadof a long dark skirt, I'd shortened it and put a slit up the side to reveala considerable length of thigh. Vera looked like an. “Welcome home, Master!” Even with a cold breeze blowing into the apartment, Katrina wore one of her favored thin – almost see-through – tops without a bra so that her huge, magnificent breasts would bounce and wobble with her every move. I had a fascination with large breasts, as was evident with my choices in both my Fonti and my Stirpi. The only person bound to me who didn’t have big beautiful breasts was Michael. And everyone agreed that he did not need breasts of any kind.I pulled Katrina. Neither did she appear in any rush to send me from her house nor did I have any shortage of time for that beautiful angel. After some time she went to her room to change her dress.I was dreaming of how would this beauty look without clothes and that gave me instant erection in my groin. I knew chances are grim, but still I should not miss any opportunity to see her naked without annoying her if I get one. I peeped in from a side hole in the drawing room into her bed room, where she was changing. As I was a bit ahead of suffocation, I began to moan with lust and then with fear. The two of them moved furiously against me, degrading me in my defenseless condition: "bitch, bitch, bitch, puta, putita, eres mi putita", said Gabriela, as they both pulled my hair with all their force down my throat.As they were strangling me in the middle of my crazy lust I started to really gasp, to need more air, I wanted to scream but couldn't. The moment I was going to come, I thought: "I'm going to.