That's why Symington was whipped this morning." Oh, I wish I could have seen that," Rayna said bitterly. "He pinched my melon Saturday and left a huge...mark. I hope they beat him bloody."Denae's mouth dropped."He touched you and you said nothing to me?" she asked.Rayna shrugged."I am a common girl," she replied. "What difference would it have made if I told you? A lot of them grab and grope us. They see us in the courtyard or even inside the walls of the castle and they paw at us. Symington is. She felt the intensity building – the slow buildup to climax. Her pussy was already wet. After five minutes, Chelsea felt her juices begin to sizzle. The heat was incredible. The pleasure was coming in waves, more and stronger, until her first orgasm took her. The next came less than two minutes later.Fifteen minutes after the machine was turned on, Chelsea’s pussy was done cooking. The grill turned off, but the clamps remained in place. Her pussy needed a few minutes to cool off – and she. I was on benefits and could be regarded as underclass of society one level bellow the working class , my friends also were also all in the same boat , i knew all the local junkies and alkies dealers and pimps i suppose you could describe me as "chav" scum . I was the oldest of our group of no-gooders. We ranged in ages from teen to early 20's me being the oldest as stated previously at 27 . I was mostly drinking cans of cheap white cider 50p a can and smoking crack . I had moved to london two. Then I found out that a rich banker was looking for a bodyguard for his kids. There had already been two kidnapping attempts which had been foiled by pure luck. He was having trouble hiring somebody because he was particular who his daughter associated with.I figured that I should be qualified on that count, too, since I had been to school and had been married. My manners were good, and I spoke without a Southern accent. Also, I was a damned good shot; what more could he want?I went to see Mr..