Don't stop filming, keep going!"She went back to hungrily, greedily, sucking on his cock again. "Shlp, shlp, shlop, shlop, shlop, shlop, shlp, shlp, s...lp, shlpShlp, shlp, shlop, shlop, shlop, shlop, shlp, shlp, shlp, shlpShlp, shlp, shlop, shlop, shlop, shlop, shlp, shlp, shlp, shlp"After a while, she stopped, stood up, kissed him and said " upstairs now, I need this fucking thing inside me and I want you all night long...ok? Just let me freshen up." With that he stopped filming and went. He looked at me with a funny glare and said, “This doesn’t make since! Earlier, you yelled at me for something and now you are encouraging me to do it?” “Well, my thoughts have changed. Don’t for one-second act like you have not been waiting for this for a long time. We’re both teenagers, Jake. We’re both horny. So, do you want to do this or not?” I asked with a jarring voice. He nodded his head. “So does that mean yes?” I asked. He again nodded his head. Okay, fine. Take off your clothes and. Harper's torture chamberwas more oblong than square, with three wooden, coffin-shaped boxes standing upright against the far wall. Theywere painted white and bolted to the brickwork.The long wall on my right was bedecked with all manner ofbondage and torture equipment. A row of leather hoods andstraps topped a row of riding crops, paddles and whips.All the above items were black in colour, as was the ropesand rubber tubes on the bottom row of the array.Four black latex suits hung in a line from. The sunlight shone red on her skin, contrasting her cyan bikini, and exalting her figure.Then there were a bunch of pictures of some theatrical play. In the centre of a stage, lied a girl dressed in fancy old clothes. I almost didn't recognize her under that wig.I kept scrolling back.She was now a teenager, hugging an old woman with grey hair and a lot of wrinkles on her face, in front of an old house.The last was a group photo.A few young boys were crouching in front of about a dozen girls. On.