“Mommy! That’s your real name! I can’t call you that!” But her mother said once again, more sternly, “Please call me Janice, and please t...ll me what you want me to do. I’m Janice, little girl, your whore for tonight. Aren’t you a real woman?” Her hands were on her hips and she seemed threatening. “YOU’RE PLAYING, AREN’T YOU, MOMMY???!!!” “Yes, baby, but now I’m Janice and I want you to call me Janice because it turns me on, and I want you to tell me what you want me to do ‘cause I want. The Mistress Chitra got a mic and started to speak., “You have successfully completed the fourth round and the next round will start very soon, it is going to be torture round and one contestant will be eliminated.”Gangbang Chitra got the mic and said: “The rules are, we will torture you all and the one who quits first will be eliminated.”We had One hour break and all the contestants are chained, hands and legs are tied. All the people from our village are allowed to torture us, whoever shouts. Cyndi stood silently transfixed while Jill’s fingers shot in and out of her drooling slit, while her other hand kneaded and cupped her pretty breasts. The only thing you could hear was the sound of Jill’s heavy breathing as she drove herself towards another orgasm, her fifth of the day! Cyndi couldn’t stand it any longer, and pulled up her dress and stuck her hand inside of her white bikini panties. Her middle finger quickly found the hard nub of her clit and went to work bringing herself to. She met them hungrily. Her hands reached up to encircle his neck. He continued to ply her with softly insistent kisses and then, as the familiar rush of desire infused his veins, his lips became demanding. Ainsley answered, pressing her body to him, as though the heat in his could fill up the coldness in her own. He warmed to his task. He felt the glimmer of answering passion stir within her. Travis went on making love to her mouth, his hesitation assuaged by her growing response. Ainsley’s.