Peggy tried to politely rebuff him but he became even more persistent. The bartender quickly came over by Peggy and started to intervene but now the d...unk started to get loud with the bartender. Peggy slid off the bar stool, intending to slip away when a tall muscular black man stepped next to the drunk. He put an arm around the drunk and squeezed him in a tight grip, trapping both of the man’s arms at his sides. The man struggled unsuccessfully and then looked up at the face of the black man.. He washes most of his body thoroughly. Enjoying how she looks away when he suds his dick and balls up using the red/blond hair on his stomach to make lather. Finished with himself he sits on the floor with the soapy water, winds her up an washes her pussy and ass thoroughly with a clean cloth. She hisses at him when he holds her pussy lips apart to wash her inside. He washes her face and breasts as best he can through the web. She glares at him in pure hate still but the room smells better to. They were now shoved deep inside Kris from Brian’s efforts the past 10 to 15 minutes. Meanwhile, Denise and Frank were in the same situation. Denise also took her cue from Kris and now had one hand up her own shirt. She also now moved her other hand to start to caress Frank’s cock. Brian was the first to notice that. “Look at her other hand,” he whispered to Kris. Within seconds, Kris was trying to mimic her girlfriend’s motions. Brian was the lucky recipient. Kris’ left hand was now rubbing. At one of our training classes they showed us classified videos of the treatment received by female captives of the invading forces. It made a real impression on me because one of the things I feared the most was drowning. The sight of the young girls being drowned on one end and screwed on the other was both terrifying and pitiful. Of course, most of them were allowed to survive the creative ordeal to sustain further indignities much too disgusting to put into my diary. I remember in.