The noble client is now visibly aroused, but the torturer is calm and professional as ever. “Carry on,” is the only instruction given then. So the...torturer smiles and removes the needles slowly. The girl’s respite is brief, however, and her terror returns to a new level as he slides the glowing brazier in front of her and looks her in the eyes. Now she’s violently shaking her head and screaming, “Plllleaaassee noooooo….noooooo,” at the top of her lungs. The torturer unhooks the clamps extending. Just once."She kissed me. Her glossed lips tasted exactly like I thought it would. It was short but it was near perfect. We looked at each other, visibly turned on. I led her hand down to my crotch. My raging hard erection was waiting for her. She bit her lip as she felt me up. We kissed again, this time it was longer. I expertly bit her thick, beautiful bottom lip as I went down kissing her neck."Mmm. You like it? It's big?" I said in her ear, as she was breathing a bit harder. "You want. Her nipples tightened up like she was cold, and her panties also became moist. She wondered how much of her friend she could actually see. She announced, "I'd like for you to roll over onto your back."A small war went through Muriel's mind. Should she let her friend see her exposed? She was wondering what else could be in store for her. Wordlessly she rolled over and let her legs fall open slightly. A blush came on her cheeks and chest. Muriel stared up at the ceiling. Alexandra grew even more. I knew it was illegle, we knew, but it was happening and we both were benifiting from our interaction and both maintained this pressure on our respective sex organs, until he released his seed. A long long time has passed since that encounter and if my mother had know what had transpired that afternoon, she would never had married him. Needless to say, by keeping this experience to myself I told him, in a roundabout way, he was marrying into a nice harem of females, who had his interests at.