Her family lived on the outskirts of Macon, in a quiet little bedroom neighborhood on the north side. They had lived their most of Becky’s life and ...he grew up there – it was a safe and friendly area where nothing big ever happened.So she felt perfectly at ease leaving windows open while she was home, even being alone. She had come home from work that Friday night from the local home improvement store where she worked as a cashier and demonstrator. She enjoyed the job, but she was also glad it. At the same time, peter had his arms around tika’s back and held her tight as she screamed out in wild pleasure, his own cock still pumping furiously up and into her pussy. The intense action hit a fever pitch as the pair of studs continued to pound themselves in-and-out of her. Now, both suresh and peter were thrusting away at her, at warp speed. They were using every last ounce of strength in their bodies to do so, yet still wanted to try to conserve some energy. Both wanted the. "I let Darynn teach you too well how to handle pain." His efforts grew harder as he slammed the whip into her skin, torturing her, giving her all the pain and suffering he could inflict. The presence within her lived on the pain, enjoying it as much as it seemed ready to enjoy her death. She could not afford to give in.The whip was too persuasive. She bled from a dozen tortured slashes, the crimson fluid coursing down her body. Darynn had told her, once, about how precious blood was, and. “I told you to take off all your clothes ………. but as you have disobeyed me I will remove your underwear.” I walked round behind her, my cock slipping up between her legs and undid the bra. I slid my hands round, cupping her breasts, and stroking her hard nipples before moving round to take the bra off. I knelt down in front of her, hooked my fingers into the elastic and slid down her pants, revealing a beautifully shaved juicy slit. “Now, bend over the stool,” I ordered. As she bent over I.