Who was on the other end of the camera lens?Was there a boyfriend? Some obsessed admirer? Or did Lysa just use someprofessional photographer for her s...oots? This suddenly became one of thenext things Mark had to find out from Lysa. He could be casual about it inconversation and say it was for the story, but beneath it all was a littlesense of jealousy burning inside him. "Who has this kind of intimaterelationship with Lysa," he thought.Despite being tired after the light buzz Mark got from all. ”Bufford jumped to his feet. “Where the fuck is that nigger?”“In my room.”“How do you know she’s still there?”Steele looked down and shuffled his feet. “Well, I sort of hit her and knocked her out.”Bufford chuckled. “Serves the nigger right. I’ll whip her black ass ‘til it bleeds.”Reaching under the counter, Bufford’s hand reappeared holding a leather whip with multiple tentacles. He slapped the counter with it. The cracking noise filled the lobby.Bufford laughed again. “After she blows both of. "The feel of the room was not one of anger so I had a good feeling that I was not going to be kicked out and that made the sincerity in her voice all that more interesting. "What have you three decided mother, please tell me," I said bemused at the harness of their nipples I smiled thickly."We have decided that you will fuck us, the three of us for the rest of your life and no girlfriends are allowed unless we choose them to participate." The tone was matter-of-factly as if I had no choice and. I knew if I were to make it through the 40 cycles, I would need to conserve my energy and move faster. But that would mean brutalizing my vagina even more and I couldn't decide which was worse. Eventually it was decided for me. As my muscles starting to give out, I would plunge down with little control, my weight collapsing painfully on the dildo, my innards bruised and battered. I begin struggling to rise and the few times I went too slow trying to ease the dildo out, my thighs would cramp and.