” She rubbed her wet slit up and down, pulling apart her lips to show the still intact hymen, the thin flap of skin drawn tight, waiting to be torn,...and the tiny hole needing to be entered. “Madame Suzanne, this worthless slave is my husband, and he is yet to enter me. I have a very special surprise for him today!” She whispered in your ear, something that I couldn’t hear, but which bought a smile to your face. You stood before her slave, spreading your legs apart, exposing your hot vagina, and. He slid the rest of the way in, the sounds of her sopping wet pussy being the only noise in the small trailer. Gradually Chris pulled out, watching the young woman’s face for any sign of pain. She simply nodded; and with her approval he began to fuck her for all he was worth. His arms flexed on either side of her head as he began to ram himself in and out of her slender body. The entire length of his cock repeatedly disappeared deep inside the woman. Her voice cracked as she tried to scream. I keep a slave in each of the cells, each one having their own furniture, and everything, including a bathroom that is transparent, so that everything inside can be seen from the outside.The dungeon is pretty much squarish, with a single stairs down in the center, the cells are placed in rows and columns, each one having 9 cells, which would be a total of 81 cells, minus one in the center for the staircase.When I inherited from my father, I had to let go of quite a few of them. Some were. She didn’t mean to ignore us on purpose. All she had on her mind is to love her Jenny,” she offered.Sula stood by the railing, and he wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind. She widened her stance, guided his right hand down the front of her shorts, and his left under her top.“Love me, my husband, show me to the world.” Scott kissed the nape of her neck and pulled her top up, revealing her tits to the sunlight. “Feel my tits, make my nipples hard,” she desired.Scott gently rubbed.