Her heart was pounding. She bit into the ball-gag as tears filled her blindfold. She heard another coin hit the bottom of the bucket. Her pussy was st...ffed with fingers. ? Hey this whore is wet!? Somebody shouted. No, she was not getting excited by this she tried to convince herself. It was remnants of her excitement from before. Her body might be responding to the physical stimuli, but not her mind. She could never enjoy this humiliation. Like rain pounding an old tin roof, Priya heard the. ." she praised, "..now lick me clean." I did just has she ordered, I ran my tongue up over every drop that was left on her juicy pussy, making sure to lick it up from her. I stopped when I thought I had cleaned her all, but she lifted herself up slightly and told me that I missed a spot, I looked to where her finger was resting next to and that was right by her cute little pink crack."Lick it." She ordered watching me closely, partly in interest and partly in disgust, as she is probly imagining. Julie's bedroom was a strange combination of bare walls and cluttered floors, as if an earthquake had come and knocked everything down.Ken gently shook the lump. "Julie? It's time to get up now." How could she have slept through the burglar alarm?"Julie?" Ken shook the lump harder, until he heard muffled giggling.Smiling, Ken put on his mock-angry voice. "Julie! How dare you pretend to be asleep like that!" I'm not pretending! I am asleep!" No you're not, you silly girl!" and with that, Ken. Kiouni is a brave and faithful beast." And, going up to the elephant, he gave him several lumps of sugar, saying, "Here, Kiouni, here, here."The elephant grunted out his satisfaction, and, clasping Passepartout around the waist with his trunk, lifted him as high as his head. Passepartout, not in the least alarmed, caressed the animal, which replaced him gently on the ground.Soon after, Phileas Fogg, Sir Francis Cromarty, and Passepartout, installed in a carriage with Aouda, who had the best.