„That may help her a little to control her tongue in future.“„Yes... yes... I'm sure it will,“ said Quentin. His eyes were on Melissa's most b...autiful bottom. Still unmarked. Swelling softly. Quivering as it turned left and right. Quivering, quite possibly, also with dread. Which? Perhaps both. In any event, it didn't matter. That quivering, soft flesh made a most delectable spectacle.And it is flesh, thought Quentin, blood hot, that I am now going to whip!Quentin raised the whip. „Just a. You slam your shoulder into the broken door and barrel through just as the creature leaps at you.You curse and scramble back on your ass, watching it flail and roar and reach for you, hunger in its dark eyes - but it's stuck. It's too wide, and its body is jammed between the house and the thick fence on its left.It nicks your forearm with the tip of its claw and you curse at it, scrambling further back and finally pulling your rifle off your shoulder. The old thing is rickety, held together. He decided he'd seen enough of the girl being gang-banged, so he flipped through the different movies and he came across one with three men. One man was standing while bent forward, sucking another man's cock; and behind him was a man fucking him in his asshole. There was no question as to what he had come across.Peter could not get himself to stop watching the three men. When the man fucking the man bent over came, he pulled out and the three men changed positions. The man who just came in the. She was beautiful. After several exchanges he finished his drink, avoiding fellow work colleagues as he ventured through the party, she saw him coming but pretended not to. He moved his mouth close to her ear, they met on the balcony, alone. The first exchange was confident exciting, a rush, a thrill. He took her and gazed into her eyes, smiled softly, she bit her lip knowing what she wanted to do, but could she? She couldn't although they were alone on a balcony and if anyone was coming they.