It may come in useful."Two days later the guard returned. When she was sure no one else was looking, Gwendoline asked after his mother.He replied that...she had died. Gwen placed her hand on his arm in a gesture of sympathy and then stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek, telling him that she had lost her father a couple of years ago and understood something of his grief. She then resumed working by Harriet's side and for the rest of his morning shift neither girl's rear felt the stinging kiss of. To punish me for being a whore.CRACK!I could feel my daughter and son watching my discipline, witnessing their father controlling my slutty body. Kimmy knelt before Jalal, her mouth wrapped about his cock, bobbing her head. Would Jalal have the strength to master Kimmy, to make her his slut and control her whorish pussy? He wouldn't abandon her.He needed to learn from his father. See how a man treated his slut.His eyes burned as he watched. He absorbed what his father was doing. I moaned. ’ Leading me through a doorway wrangler took me down a long flight of stairs, through a heavy door and into darkness. She flipped some lights on and I found myself in a dungeon with all the usual torture devices plus some that I couldn’t even imagine their purpose. In one corner there was a brightly lit operating theater with several rows of tiered seats that allowed one to watch through a long window. A door was opened and the wrangler showed me one of the cells that would hold the victims of. I pushed my finger against my cock and started rubbing and she started moaning and cumming. My dick was soaking with pussy juice and her butt hole was getting wet from all her juices. I slid my dick out and did something else I always wanted to do. I lined my dick up with her butt hole and slid it inside. She said it hurt and slowed down but kept pushing. Once it was all the way in I stayed still for a minute and started sliding back out. I reached down, got more pussy juice and rubbed it on my.