You hear their laughter as they held him, systematically breaking every bone in his arms and legs, leaving him crumpled and bleeding on the floor to w...tch, helpless, as his wife was bled dry. The man takes a step back, stepping into you, as his mother’s eyes open, looking directly at you. ‘Adam…’ she gasps for breath, tears welling behind her eyes. ‘Why?’ She struggles feebly for a moment but is too weak. The tears escape as she turns her gaze from him. The skinhead laughs, a derisive bark. He. I tried to explain to him that the ticket machine did not work but he did not believe me and took me back to the security office. Once in the office, he showed me the video of me jumping the rail, but unfortunately, it seemed to have missed me giving the machine the ticket. The cop looked at me then told another cop to enter the room. It was a beautiful blond female cop. Once in the room she told me that they were well in their rites to perform a strip search and that I had to take off all of. ' Willie B. answered '...OK, just push that pussy back to me and rub against me...' I was not getting out of there ant easier, so I started to back up to him as he grind and hunch slowly into my butt. We was in the throes of ecstasy for about fifteen minutes before he slipped his arm around my waist and held me tight as I felt his cock exploding deep in my bowels. After a few more hunches and grinds Willie B. pulled his not deflating cock from my anus his splooge leaking down my thighs. Willie. And Cameron was reclined on the bed, in only a dressing gown, awaiting her arrival. Heather smiled at him as he rose from the bed, and slowly removed her gloves. ‘I am here as you requested, sir. You may do whatever you please.’ Cameron slowly undid the buttons on the back of her gown and slipped it off her shoulders, down to her waist, until it pooled on the floor. Next went Heather’s numerous petticoats and chemise. Finally, Cameron unlaced Heather’s corset and removed it. She stood naked in.