Oh how I wish my debt was fully paid, she thought before settling in for a night of restless sleep. She woke 18 years old again lying on the marble f...oor of the dinning hall in her childhood home. All around her were the massacred bodies of friends and relatives, cold and drowning in blood. Through the haze Monique remembered gracefully dancing around the room with her father, her white wedding dress flowing like dove’s wings caught on a genital breeze. The wedding was arranged to help her. That sight of the gallows on which they’d be shown, would not leave the minds of the men, as each moment away from the attentions of the whip, had their thoughts focusing hard on it as the cold realisation of their fate etched itself cruelly on those minds. Beatrice’s dominant arousal would ensure they were teased with that focus at every opportunity, and now was a perfect one, as the derision of the maids at their enforced chastity, cut them as sweetly as the whip.“There! You’ll not have the. She seems too tight so I had to go slow and slowly I was able to enter can see pain on her face. But now I felt it bit easy and started moving in completely in her hole. I felt like I will cum in seconds but I holded myself.Then I started small strokes she was moaning now bit louder and within some 40-50 strocks holded me tight I felt a whole warmness around my dick she just cummed. There was bit silent in room I knew this girl can cumm for many times so I didn’t asked any questions and again. When I felt my penis soften and begin to slip down, I let go of Sharon’s breasts and tried to get up. But Sharon wouldn’t let me. She had not seen Claire who was behind her. Then something happened that turned panic in my belly to a hardening of my penis. Claire’s hands hugged Sharon from behind. She gently kissed her neck and a few moments later, her lips. “Don’t stop because of me,” she whispered in her ear. Sharon smiled and said, “Of course not,” and began her gyrations as Claire continued.