Buzz! You're ripping me... in two... ! My God... I can't stand it... ! It hurts... too much! Please... ? Please... no!" she screamed, but the lust, th... savage animal lust on his face, the look of pure, sadistic delight he was taking, as he forced his giant cudgel into her resisting channel told her that she would gain no quarter of mercy from him. It would be a waste of her breath to plead with him, beg him to ease her torture."Dear God... Oh, Dear God!" she shrilled as he pressed down upon. Of all the people she invited, Arfa was the only one who showed up. Arfa, known for her cock riding skills, was adjusting to mere missionaries since her marriage.She was married to an Orthodox trader from Mumbai and had two kids already. It was almost after 10 years she planned this event to which only Arfa showed up. Amy wanted to meet up with old friends and roommates from the hostel. But this was such a letdown.Arfa was pouring glasses of whiskey one after the other since her husband never. Richard quickly got to his feet and moved out of Tricia’s way. “Follow!” she said as she headed for the doors. In her room Tricia had Richard wait till she had dried herself and handed him the towels. She handed him the key to his chains, “Go and clean up, you must greet our guest as they arrive.” She said pointing to the door. At 6 Richard was standing by the door back in his chains wearing a loin cloth and collar, his ankle chain was only 2 feet long with his wrist chain attached pulling it. I move behind you and begin to work my fingers across the top of your shoulders. No wonder your neck and shoulder muscles hurt. They are so tight and you definitely need a massage to help you relax. You move your hair out of the way which helps, but now your collar is causing a problem. I ask if you would mind folding it under. Instead, without a word, you unbutton the top three buttons of your blouse. Now your shoulders are exposed and I have a much broader area of flesh uncovered to me. Up to.