She looked up at me and softly whispered, "Please, no.... please. Just let me go and I will never tell anyone." I know you won't," I replied, "but I ...as wondering since you get so much pleasure out of other people's pain and humiliation if you might not get pleasure out of your own pain." With that I dumped the jar of honey over her head and began to smear it over her body. I then lifted up another large jar of honey and dipped my hand into it bringing out a large handful. I began to smear. He was charming, in a pompous, dirty old man sort of way, which kinda alleviated the pain of having two metal grinders chomping on my bosoms. I can be highly amenable for gentlemen of a certain persuasion. I could see he took his photography very seriously. I liked that about him. Men are often lost without a proper hobby. His just happened to be sharing nubile nineteen-year-olds with his wife, and documenting it. That’s a great fucking hobby if you can get it. ‘There’s a jolly good reason for. She would later be punished for that giggle. That was also her last attempt of resisting. I threw her on the bed like a sack of sand and started undressing her, unripping carelessly the expensive leather and vinyl stuff she was wearing.Her body looked liked it was designed in heaven and made in the finest labs of hell. The body of the ultimate fuck doll, yet with the face of an angel. I left her only with her black g-string, admiring her flawless tits and perfect peach shaped butt, and. I had some free time after lunch and arranged for this girl to come to my room. We had a fun time even though the girl was new to the work, and quite nervous. She was a great kisser, she smelled of beautiful peach soap, and she sucked cock like a champ. Her pussy was shaven and fine.After we fucked, she had a shower and left. Then I showered and headed out to a meetng. As it happened, unknown to me, the girl had forgotten her wristwatch. Some time after I left she came back to the hotel and was.