..hearing their screams...the sounds of whips and canes striking their flesh. I do not see many males here tonight and i like that as it meant i might...have a better chance at the rough playing i needed. My wandering brought me to the far corner of the dungeon where a very pretty woman about 33 was strapped face down upon a sawhorse type of apparatus with her wrists and ankles secured tightly along the legs of the horse. There were 2 men at each end of her one fucking her ass and the other. But he didn’t. Alex smirked at her wickedly, loving how she was just like all the sluts her took.After a few more struggling, choked moments she began to feel lightheaded. The pleasure and the lack of oxygen bringing on a black out that she would never wake from. Her last efforts was to slide her weak hands down Alex’s muscular pectorals. He just chuckled, “Good slut… Good slut.” Mrs Weir lay in a heap on her yoga mat. Alex was already dressed, cleaning up the last few spots of evidence from. Watching Nigel gently penetrate the parlor maid, and then tell her he had always thought she was beautiful, before fucking her senseless ... and then watching Stephan do exactly the same thing, saying exactly the same thing, but with an even bigger prick ... it just broke my heart.It is odd, how a broken heart isn't felt in the chest, sometimes, but in one's pants instead. The body is a strange and fascinating thing.I finally left them to their moaning and squishing. For the rest of the night. She searched for it under the bed. In fact several magazines were kept there under it, including the recent issues of Debonair, Chastity, Fantasy and Fun. She took out all of them. When I came out after taking my bath I was a little embarrassed to see that Meena was sitting in the bed keeping those magazines in her lap and was engrossed in looking at the nude pictures of models in the magazine Chastity taking it in her hands. The pallu of her sari was down resting on her hand. She was wearing a.