This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is consensual or purely coincidental. Thanks go out to Ashley for inspiration ...nd feedback.Please send any comments/suggestions to me at [email protected]. They are appreciated and warmly received.This story may be reposted or archived provided that the story is not altered in any way, the story contains my name and disclaimer, and you do not make money from the story.Chapter ThreeJP sat quietly at the small table, alone. Herr Rothe saß auf einem alten Bürostuhl, die Anzughose hing in den Kniekehlen. Nina konnte seine Unterwäsche sehen und die leichte Beule die sich darin befand. Frau Schmidt stand vor ihm und zog sich gerade den Rock hoch. Nina sah ihren Strumpfhalter und ihre strammen Beine in den braunen Nylonstrümpfen. Sie trug zudem ein Hautfarbenes Höschen, das ihren Hintern gut bedeckte. Der Bürostuhl war alt und hatte keine Armlehnen, Herr Rothe griff Frau Schmidt bei den Hüften und zog Sie zu sich auf. .. it is magic… and her arse is at party too…shit she moaned loud…really loud…it reverberated …“Oh …ah…O…,…O” as Bernard rotated between her two skin rooms, her butt hole narrower than the filthy opening of a peek show booth and her exquisite cunt; Chastity’s slutty partner to his furious cock, holding them together tighter than a crotch rope in a bondage dungeon. She can’t control this…she surrenders control…Chastity gives up …she given in to it... and ...here it comes.Ms Palmer is a clitoral. "It's not appreciated if you kill the girls but it doesn't really matter either. We always got fresh meat rolling in. What's your name, k**?" Ed." My voice was shaking a little."Well, Ed. You best just keep on fucking and beating them. Don't let their crying get to you. They're all useless anyway in every other place. How many have you done?" Two. A nigger and the cripple."The barman winked at me. "Gourmet, huh?"I smiled and finished my water, then went back to the main hall.From behind the.