Martina was incapable speech, and couldn't tell him how much it hurt. She grabbed his forearm and holding on tightly, kept him from moving in either d...rection. Her mouth hung open, breathless and silent. She tried to breathe, but it was impossible. The intensity of his hand pressed inside her was too much. And when he twisted his arm, and the fist inside her turned as well, she started to writhe and jerk, cumming as she'd never cum before, her body bucking of its own accord in tune to the sweet. There was the sound as the models moaned in irritation - they clearly still had lots of attitude - and pain through their bright red ball gags. The hum of 13 tortured cries, combined with the creak of the leather cuffs nearly made me cum in my pants. Not yet, there is plenty of time and opportunity for that! I smiled to myself.I strolled confidently into the room. First impressions are crucial in situations like this and I wanted these sluts to know exactly who was boss from the outset! . She should never have made the bet. It was only twenty minutes since we'd achieved successful closure in our first encounter, and her motor was still running. I, on the other hand, felt as if I could go on for ever. I circled her tight little asshole with the tip of a finger and pressed gently at the gates. Her body betrayed her and with a moan she let the ring of muscle relax and I slipped into her up to the knuckle. I could feel her trembling as the pressure began to build. I pushed my tongue. " George knew Fred would love taking over. He just hoped he wouldn't ask too many question which he wasn't about to answer even if he could. " Love too. Need my help with anything? If you do you know all you have to do is ask." Fred was all excited and George could tell he wasn't going to ask questions. "Thanks Fred I knew I could count on you. I'll give you a call if I need you but I think I can handle it myself. They want to keep it quite for now." He knew Fred well enough that he would not.