What kind of extra perversion needed a secret door when they were perfectly happy to rape their family upstairs? Were there whips and chains? Some sor... of bondage dungeon? Or was it somehow worse than that? I reached the bottom of the stairs, a concrete floor exuding cold air. I stepped forward, running my face into a string with a weight on the end. I gave it a tug and the grim scene before me was bathed in harsh light. At the far end of the room, there was a table, one end of which had. The chains relaxed, and he could feel thick, hairy arms slide under him, lifting him completely off the ground in an effortless motion. Like a doll, he felt himself turned sideways, and his feet placed on the ground. His hands were pulled toward the ceiling so that he was again stretched out spread-eagle, but now standing up.The two shapes in the dark converged on him from both sides. He could feel the soft pressure of the woman's large breasts pressing into his chest while she slowly squeezed. Whenever I got them off, I always threw them as far as I could before I started my oral assault on her pussy. Joyce squirmed her ass down the hall dozens of times, as my eager lips followed her every wiggle. It may have taken me a couple of months to get my cock in Joyces hot pussy, but it didnt take long to get a finger or two in her silky tunnel. She still loves it when I finger fuck her and lick her swollen clit. Joyce claims that is her absolute favorite. I love it too. I always get a great. He was uncertain of his welcome. He was certain in his knowledge that his presence was of some concern to the two females in black garb. The older one was plain of face but had a comely shape under the shapeless robe that reached all the way down to her ankles. The younger one had a sparkle in her eyes that was unexpected on the face of a religious person on a pilgrimage.“Kindly remove yourself, young man. We are innocent servants of the Lord and have no wish for your company.”The words from.