I'm a fellow convict serving a term of community service. I have been told to help you settle in to the Black Bear Country Club. Call me Tracy. So, we...come to the members' only 'comfort wing'." What the hell is a'comfort wing'?" snapped Fiona."Essentially," said Tracy, "it's a knocking-shop for the wealthy members of the club." A brothel?" Exactly." So we are to be sex slaves?" That's about it." This is crazy," said Fiona. "The whole thing is crazy! We were raped by the policemen who we flagged. He could feel her trembling in his arms. Sarah lightly ground her ass into his crotch, rubbing herself against his hardening cock.“Mmm,” she moaned, feeling Will’s lips kiss the nape of her neck, causing her to break out in goosebumps. She turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck, drawing him close. They kissed, tongues intertwining. Will could feel the hardening bulge contained within Sarah’s practically skin tight, black skirt pressing against his leg. He ran his hands down his. He was about to witness a scene of arse-fucking. His lovely sex-goddess was about to be arse-fucked by a dirty, dark fellow. As Raghu stood still, my mother lifted her head and glanced at him through the corner of her eye. She could feel the power and hardness of his erect cock all the way up to her throat. The man saw her looking up at him. He smiled. He gently leaned his torso forward and gathered her long, straight hair in his hands. Then, clutching the end of her beautiful locks with one. I opened Karen's pussy and inserted it, then affixed it to the cage wall above the door, effectively locking the cage by blocking the door from sliding up. "Comfy?" I asked Karen."Yem..." The dildo limited speech."You're a madman!" Jean exclaimed."No, I'm not," I replied. "This is just the kind of thing that makes Karen happy -- doesn't it, Karen?" Yem..." I'm guessing it won't make YOU happy -- which is good reason for you to behave, don't you think?" I pressed."Yes," Jean replied.