To hear your man lover moan as you suck... OH, baby, I am so wet right now thinking about it...please, baby, I want to see another man's erect dick sl...ding back and forth in your lips - knowing soon you will be swallowing.....ooooooooohhhhhhh.... his sticky load!" Kim moans as she is getting off talking about her fantasy. Kim is pulling on my hard nipples and stroking my pre-cum coated erection. I reach down and slide my fingers into her sopping wet pussy. Kim arches her back and groans in. It was one of the sound proofed rooms of the brothel, made for conducting business. There were some books and documents on the shelves, and a big dark desk in the middle. Apart from a computer, which one would expect in such a office, the desk was filled with different implements of rape and torture. Most of them were used on her body at least once during her short, but eventful stay. Whips, cuffs, hand-held dildos, electric tasers, nipple clamps, needles. Everything was laid there.Behind the. Stanton so chose. His strength was a tribute to his days wielding a hammer and a saw. Before the war he had been a carpenter. He made a lot of money building barracks and other buildings for the military. When peace arrived he invested in the company that bore his name. Every dollar was his and that thought was always on the table."I guess I've got no choice, do I, Sarge?" He signed the form and handed it to Hal.Mr. Stanton's nickname for Hal was 'Sarge'. Hal was just getting used to it. Others. Now ever since she developed a crush on the blonde boy, Pyrrha like all teenage girls daydream about her wedding, but for some reason Jaune was wearing the dress, and this wasn't the first time something like that happened. Ever since Jaune showed up in a dress at the Beacon dance, Pyrrha was having dreams about Jaune wearing girls' clothing, like one time she dreamt about fighting in the Vytal festival and Jaune was cheering her on while wearing a skimpy girl's cheerleader uniform. There was.