After some days I decided that it’s enough and I will stop getting dominated. For that, I needed a solid plan and that’s what I made, a full proof...plan without any problems. On a Friday in the class, sandhya was teaching and I was sitting on the last bench. I was not paying attention to what she was teaching, instead of that, I was paying attention to her. She was wearing a red saree below her navel with a black sleeveless blouse, and she was looking damn hot. She noticed and came to my seat. This building must have a clean room and must have heavy lifting capability. There must be a provision for moving large trailers holding international shipping containers entirely into the building so that they can be sealed off from outside contamination. We have found such a building and have arranged the necessary lease and occupancy permits. All agreements have been signed and the building will be ready for occupancy in 5 weeks. This meeting is the final one and is intended to celebrate a. I had my tits bound up in rope as they took turns putting nipple clamps on me and seeing how far my tits could stretch out from my body. I had all this molly in me but it still hurt like hell. The only difference was that they'd stop hurting me for a minute and rub my clit and fuck my cunt with a dildo because they knew I'd cum in just minutes! Even with all the pain they caused me I could still cum on command thanks to this awesome d**g. After a bunch of punches, slaps, and orgasms, my body. In the center of the room was a raised dais, about ten feet by ten feet. In the center was a small metal container. Its top was open and wider than the bottom, so the sides slanted outward. One on side was seated a priest, who began to chant and put things into the fire. The other son-in-laws stood, and Julian took his cue from them and stood as well. A dignified butler type came up and gestured Julian forward, until he was standing in front of his throne, with his back to it. The far doors.