Her piercings tingled as another small shudder raced through her. She was truly sated, but those feelings were interrupted by the slave’s loud orgas.... It was like a dagger through her heart. Even though she had been the one to instigate their coupling, it didn’t take the sting out of seeing them fuck.Without saying a word, she gathered her belongs and headed for the door. Stefan and Liz were the only ones to see her leave, Eric and the slave were still in the throes of their orgasms.Cass made. Even a racist would score her an 8. A sane man would say 9!Despite the great body, pretty face, sexy red lingerie and high heeled boots – she manages to look almost sweet and innocent – especially when she lets loose with her wholesome white smile.She introduces her in an accent that seems completely out of whack with her Pakistani heritage – Welsh tones that Catherine Zeta-Jones would be proud of – smooth and soft, flow out of her mouth as she spreaks… “Hello there… I’m Kia Waheed… I’m 21. Me: i kissed her on her cheeks and started pressing her boobs gentlyI put my head on her shoulder and started squeezing and biting them from top of her dress, she put her right hand in my hair and started playing with hair, i moved my hand on to her waist took her close to my body, and started pressing her right boob and sucking her left one, my dick (6and 1/2 inches) became very hard and touching her thighs, she removed one hand from my back and quickly moved on to my dick. And started. He could see headlights brightening up the black top. His heart began to pound fast, as he grabbed up Battle Dog, and ducked behind the generator. ‘Uh,oh!’ He muttered under his breath, as the car drew closer. The car though didn’t stop or even slow down, it just kept on going through the alley, and continued on it’s way. With a sigh of relief, he got up putting Battle Dog back down, and went back to the door, and tried opening it. It was locked, which was no surprise really. He used the.