I watched her face as I fucked her. She was fully engaged with her experience. I saw gratitude in her expression, almost like a religious experience. ... saw concentration. It was like she was trying to cum with every thrust of my cock. I’m not sure how to recognise shame as a facial expression but I could feel it mixed with her desire. My body was tense from head to toe. I lunged aggressively forwards with my entire being until I told her I was about to shoot. Nothing definite came from her in. Anke schaut auf und lacht wieder "washast du denn erwartet? Ne sexy French Maid Uniform?" "?berhaupt keine,ich meine, das ist doch nur eine Schule, da mu? man doch nicht denganzen Tag so rumlaufen." "Stand aber in der Ausschreibung, hast du diedenn nicht gelesen?" "Nein, ich wurde auch angemeldet und wei? kaum, wasmich erwartet." "Na dann viel Vergn?gen." Sie lacht wieder und ich mu?trotz meiner Beklemmung mitlachen. Ich h?nge die Uniform wieder weg undschaue mir eine der hellgrauen an, die an. The camera is off. I REALLY can’t do this any more. I’m moaning into the gag and shaking my head. The only reaction I get is that Helmut says, “I bet you’re sorry you started this now aren’t you. The level of pain won’t get much worse than what you’ve just felt but we need to keep going with the actual torture for about 45 minutes more to get an hours filming. We aren’t unreasonable though. We will give you time to recover a bit between recording.” FORTY FIVE MINUTES. He’s k**ding. Forty five. He returned with two lanterns.Things had just gotten much, much worse! The three men lying on the ground were townies, sons of some of the most prominent families. Shaylee having reloaded her weapon, now, arrived from the front.She looked down at the familiar faces and said in French, "I guess the decision has been taken out of our hands. Now we need to leave early! These deaths will surely fester into absolute hatred."Jean spoke up, in French also, and said, "Was it not the manipulations of.