"Well, that kind of thing isn't for everyone," John said. He poked his finger into her anus, then traced the flower tattoo the surrounded it. "Evident...y, it's for her, though." He pulled his hand back, wiped his finger on the hem of her skirt. "Isn't it, Belle?" "Yes, Master," she said. "Louder." "Yes, Master." "Why did you bring her here? That fucking skank?" Roger barked. "I want to finish up the loose ends legally," John said. He walked into the dining room and pulled out a chair. "Please,". A couple of pawns left the board and the kisses involved tongue. She made a bad move and after an exchange of pieces (and one more sock each), I had a clear line to win.“We might need more than three games,” I said.“Let’s see what happens.”Game two I played a Queen’s pawn opening and she accepted the gambit. This time she came around, sat on my lap, and gave me a really good French kiss. Our tongues tangled. She broke the kiss and went back to her side. This game was more open and more pieces. That was too much and you cried out as you climaxed once more in a mixture of pleasure and pain. I moved my spare hand up and removed the pegs from your very swollen nipples and I then got the wheel and began to roll it over you massively swollen tits again softly at first but as they were so sensitive the slightest touch made you cry out. I took it in turns to roll it over your hard nipples and this made tears spring from your eyes as I pushed harder.I was now drawing small pricks of blood. ." moaned one of Lisa's sisters in lust lying nearby. Grass. Though her vision was still blurred, Lisa seemed to be lying naked in the grass, on what seemed to be a brief stretch of front lawn in front of a townhouse in Midtown. Naked, exhausted men with still-erect penises that seemed to shine as though freshly polished sprawled amidst semi-conscious human-sized pixie-women plastered with sweat." ... always had to ... seduce men of other races ... into ... impregnating us ... to survive.".