An eight-inch facsimile of a hardened prick made of flesh-like plastic. She was Rose O'Fara, a real colleen, one hell of a fuck, and before she was fi...ished her male audience would be doing everything but actually laying their broads on top of the tables.Her jutting, full breasts swayed heavily from side to side as she moved with the powerful rhythm of the music. She held the dildo in one hand while the other slowly, languorously, moved lovingly over her hot flesh until it reached one breast. ”My whole consciousness is tense with dread near rupture. My naked soul exposed to my tormentors, fear, horror, terror dominate my emotions.The voices join in one creepily seductive chant. “Fear not for your body, young one. We will not harm you, only plant a seed in your mind that suggests harm is done to you, for it is solely your mind that interests us, not the ephemeral shell that holds it captive. Far greater torturous pleasure can be instilled in the mind than your body would ever allow. He immediately closed the fridge and went to her, kneeling in front of her and did what she had offered. After about ten minutes of licking, sucking biting and fondling, Dave stood up, removed his clothes and climbed onto the bed where she was now lying. She grasped him and guided him into her crying out her pleasure as he thrust into her time and time again until with a shuddering groan he pushed even harder into her and climaxed."Sorry" Dave said "I couldn't wait for you. I was just too. Annie was sitting at the table, drinking a cup of coffee, stabbing her finger at her tablet. Sammy walked over, and kneeled down next to her. "Your food is on the table. Use a fucking chair, pet," Annie told her without looking up from the tablet.Sammy stood up and walked over, and sat down on the chair. She looked down at the plate of eggs, bacon, and toast, and slowly started to eat. She had a sip of juice, and then looked up at Annie. "Miss ... I love you, Miss." No you don't, you stupid.