The other, Kathy C., was about the same age though a bit smaller but compensated for this by wearing high heels so she stood nearly as tall as the oth...r one. She had long hair, which she wore in a ponytail that reached down to her shoulder blades and blue eyes. Her breasts were a bit bigger than those of her brown-haired colleague but she wore the same size uniform and you could see them straining against it.The uniforms they wore were identical, a blue blouse and a skirt, that ended above. After checking whether Kirsten was sleeping, he shuffled to my side of the bed and started swaying his hips to and fro to an imaginary beat before, clumsily, unbuttoning his shirt. Then it hit me. He was doing a striptease. Now I knew he'd drunk too much. The shirt fluttered to the floor, and then he unbuttoned his jeans, bringing his sexy boxers into view. I enjoyed his strip and, when the thick sausage-shaped bulge appeared before my eyes, I was immensely turned on. I flipped back the cover. Used slowly, it was very painful. Used fast, it was agonising and destructive, the studs gouging bloody grooves in tender pussy walls.Rosia had witnessed the savage beating of her spread mother in a sort of hypnotised trauma-like dream. Her already large eyes seemed to have grown still larger, deep black pools of horror. Her shoulder length hair was tousled, shaken as she had struggled uselessly in an effort to free herself and somehow help her poor defenceless mother. With the gag in place,. "We're here for the night, probably longer. I'll show you where you're staying."She led them up the drive and into the house through huge double doors. The entry way was as big as most houses. Large paintings and suits of armor met them immediately, white people in black suits and dresses scurried just ahead of their path. Holly took them up the stairs and down a long hallway where they entered a separate wing of the mansion."Only one room free, I'm afraid. Losing Belgium House created a lot of.