.You won’t allow it. This is all about YOU, and my pleasure (if it occurs) is completely by accident. Face down, ass up, I drift away to another pla...e but I can’t avoid the slapping sound of your body slamming into mine or the feeling of your swollen balls meeting mine with every push. And then . . . . . . the pay off. Lying there . . . gagged, handcuffed . . . feminized and emasculated . . . willingly taking another man’s cock into my body, allowing him to use me as his personal fuck-toy; it’s. She had decided not to wear a bra today, so her perky nipples excited more than a few in the room as her tits bounced with every step she took. She had her long auburn hair hanging free today, with that natural sexy curl that she knew the model agencies simply adored. Mel was settling in to a couple of hours of boredom (and most probably a great opportunity to catch up with lost sleep) when the lecturer walked in. He instantly caught Mel’s attention, and she felt a strange and novel feeling in. “Hurry,” Hasan snapped, and gave the girl a small shove in the back. Olivia staggered over to the steel toilet, and after staring at it for a moment, sat down. The metal was freezing on her bare skin, as she tried to do her business with the two men towering over her. Once she had finished, Hasan lifted her off the seat from under her arms and lifted her into the air, tying her wrists to a hook she hadn’t noticed hanging from the ceiling. Meanwhile, Mehmet had uncoiled the hose and held it out. " Okay. I better go." Yeah." I'm gonna write in my diary about you." You are?" I grinned at the phone. "What are you gonna write?" I'm not telling you!" Awww..." I love you anyway." Is that what you're gonna write?" Probably!" she giggled. "And you love me too. I'm definitely gonna write that!" I do." I'm gonna paint my toenails too. Pink, right?" Yeah." Okay!" Okay." I don't wanna hang up." Me neither." You're so cool." You're so beautiful." Bye." Bye." Hang up!" You hang up!" I will!" Prove.