This time they brought clothes. Her shirt was put over her. Hands held her steady as her legs were guided into her pants. Amaya briefly wondered why t...ere was no underwear, but then she remembered. Her thong and bra had been nailed to the walls of the room, staying here as a memorial to what she’d experienced. Amaya knew that her thoughts and sexual fantasies would be staying here, too, perhaps never to leave.She was taken downstairs. Still blindfolded, she was guided through the fraternity. A. . .or, you said sexy hands, didn't you?" Yes," responded Michael somewhat blushing with his deep voice, "they're very sexy." Well, I think so too," I said putting down the tray of daiquiris. I couldn't help to notice how close Wendy's hands were to Michael's crotch."Oh, goody," chimed Wendy, "I need one of these bad. This is the perfect setting for strawberry daiquiris, don't you think, hon?"I guess so, I thought to myself. But I wondered why she would think this is a perfect setting if we. .. and he just tossed me aside like garbage.“I led one desperate mutiny in a fit of rage ... but my head was in the wrong place, the wrong space, and it quickly collapsed. As the first person in existence to ever lead an insurrection, ever, let me assure you that it’s a really God awful idea to lead one when you’re heartbroken and full of rage over being spurned. Still, Hell hath no fury like a devil scorned, or an angel as I used to be,” Lucy asserted now.“So ... why did the other angels. "Oh ho! It is enjoyment. Does the slut like when I do this?" she thrust in and out several times quickly and I moaned with each thrust. "Mmmm I thought so." She said thrusting hard into me. "Well if you think this is good, you'll love this!" She started thrusting harder and faster and just when I could hardly stand it she pulled out and shoved her dick into my mouth. I choked as she spurted a huge load of jizz into my mouth. All I could taste was her cum and my ass. When she was done she pulled.