When my friend got back and heard I'd gone missing she would, eventually, come up here to see if something had happened to me.But what... what if thes... creeps didn't stay here. My eyes widened in disbelief, and for the first time I started to get scared. Fantasy was one thing, reality another. The weekend had been hot and frantic and aside from a few bad moments I'd had a real great time, but I wasn't eager for a life of this.I tried reasoning with them. I tried begging. I tried crying. Then I. I was smashing everything that was on hand. I screamed and yelled at her. She cried and begged me to stop. I said I would prefer now kill her and him. "Hit me, please, now we can not live anymore...". "I will not, I can not hit you, if I hit you, I would hit you without mercy on and on and would kil you.". She wept as never before. "Kill me then, I deserve it...". Tears flooded her face. I was raging through our apartment. I could not help it, but I tried to control my anger. I broke glasses,. The girls in front have also departed and we have now got the camera on us, well my niece has, as the gentleman has shifted over, due to my nieces willingness to let him look up her cunt, from 3 meters away, off course we are playing the 'I did not see him there, routine' so he is free to enjoy us.I walked past him and asked for the time, kicking sand into the bag and yes he was filming, time told, I then suggested he wank himself and leave before I called the police, as I know what he had been. It was less than five minutes after her first cum that she came again. This time Max whipped her 20 times with the flogger. He did half on her back and half on her tits. Molly noticed that her excitement was building even when he was whipping her with the flogger. It was only a couple of minutes after he finished whipping her tits that she came again. Max began whipping her with the flogger again and just spread them all over her body where she hadn't been whipped. The thing was, the vibrators.