I heard Marvin lower down the overhanging shackles and start to lock Julius into them. Next I heard what sounded like another ball gag being strapped ...n Julius, followed by the ripping of what was probably duct tape from a roll. I figured Julius was being tightly gagged.I next heard the chains being lifted up. It went on long enough so that Julius was probably lifted off the floor into the air. After a couple of minutes of silence I heard a loud “whack”, followed shortly by another. This went. Her juices flowed out around the dick that was ramming into her, her cunt muscles squeezing Cadence's dick like she was trying to milk it.Cadence moaned as her mother's pushy spasmed, never slowing down her rhythm. Her dick rammed into her mother's wet pussy over and over again. "I'm going to flood your tight little cunt with my seed", Cadence groaned as she started thrusting harder, going deeper into her mother's womb. "Do it, fill me up with your cum, baby", Samantha moaned, loving the. On her nametag I read JoAnne.“Good morning Sir, how are you doing today?” JoAnne said. Her tone was polite, but her face was saying: I don’t want to be here.“We have samples for our guests if you want to try. Today it’s a lemon cake. Believe me it’s out of this world.” This was her, the woman I saw with my camera. Her accent was kind of exotic, or erotic was most likely. Her name tag said Camilla. I made a beeline toward her, politely dismissing JoAnne. She obviously wasn’t happy with my. That helped me make up my mind.I walked outside just as the woman began to seriously weep. Her crying tore at me like the cries of wounded agents in firefights I'd died in. Her daughters ran to her and held her as she reached the end of her rope – maybe for the first time, certainly for the current time. The three of them lived in a private place, just then. Their grief walled everyone else in the world out, and they held on to each other, hoping that some miracle would swoop in and take them.