‘Did Trenka say anything to you when she brought you this?’ the mistress asked pointing to the empty tray. ‘No my mistress.’ ‘Did she look a... you?’ ‘Yes my mistress.’ ‘What kind of look did she give you?’ ‘She looked mad my mistress.’ ‘What kind of food was on the tray?’ ‘There were mashed potatoes with brown gravy. Beans. A small piece of meat, two rolls and a glass of red juice. Mistress.’ Jennifer said. ‘Meat? What sort of meat?’ ‘It was small, no longer than four centimeters in length and. She could hardly wait for him to caress her sensitive little pussy.Since the very first time Martin had fucked the cute youngster, the feel of her soft naked flesh had always driven him wild. There was something so wonderful about the nearness of her little body that he never could seem to keep his hands off of her. Tonight his hand was visibly shaking with excitement as he moved it across the soft mound of blonde puss curls and made contact with the warm slickness of her sweet young cunt.With. One hand sneaks up to rub at the infected wound on his head, inadvertently popping a blister from one of the cigarette burns. He remembers vaguely, as if from a nightmare, when they held him down, tormenting him, as Ash was distracted elsewhere. The had all taken to calling him Judas, sneering at him as they spit on him, rubbing salt into his fresh wounds. ‘At least we are Honest about what we do.’ one of them says into his ear as he drags the edge of a blade along the man’s throat. Adam shakes. The fatter digit seemed to please her as his mouth consumed her, however, when he placed his wet finger by her bum hole she went rigid and froze. Unperturbed he entered he none the less; both digits filled both holes, his tongued lashed at her sensitive nub and in no time he could hear her begin to whimper and sigh. Her body rocked and rolled to match his rhythm; slow and steady. He carried on his duty and the sounds above grew higher in pitch and more rapid. The hand on his head got tighter..