„It looks...it looks like she's being...tortured!“„That's because she is being tortured,“ Vanessa replies coldly. „Be quiet now. I'm going t... turn up the sound.“Dr. Fairc***d manipulates a dial; as the shocked Faith turns again to the panel of one-way glass, she hears what is going down insinde the therapy room, even as she ses the horrors with her shocked eyes.At that point, Cecily is whaling away with a short horse whip on the tender flesh of the patient. She tattoos the titties, then directs. He was rock hard and stood eight inches now at full length. It was a gorgeous sight and a feast I wanted all to myself. Each time I slid his cock deep into my throat and rested his ball sack against my chin I could feel his legs quiver and he would moan ever so slightly again and again. At one point his mouth opened in a show of ecstasy as he craned his neck back and rolled his head seductively from side to side, accompanied by a low guttural moan. The empty bottle that was only moments before. I wanted to taste her, savor her flavor like she was an ice cream cone.I kissed her stomach, racking my nails gently along her sides. I swirled my tongue in her belly button. When I reached her pussy, I could smell the muskiness of her juices, her smell was so inviting I literally ripped her panties off. I spread her legs slowly kissing down one thigh and up the other. Her scent was driving me wild. I lowered my head and ever so slowly licked her up and down her slit. I spread her outer lips. Pru inadvertently covered her pussy mound with her hand even though she was fully clothed and had a pair of "granny" panties on under her tweed skirt. She pushed her glasses back on the bridge of her nose and started to absent-mindedly tug at her strands of hair that loosely fell down onto her shoulders.It was at that point that she felt her "youth gland" come awake as if coming out of a deep sleep and searching for exciting sustenance of a baser kind than mere food or drink. The old familiar.