They fitted together perfectly like Russian nesting dolls, rolling around and tonguing each other frenziedly, whilst I watched, offering encouragement... issuing spanks to their tight arses and calling them every bitch-slut-whore name under the sun. The frenzied tongue-lashing continued for five hungry minutes, neither girl seeming to want to come up for air, and intoxicated by pussy fumes. It was Saskia that came next, her toes twitching and legs kicking, a shriek of pleasure that could crack. "Now let's start again," the major said, "we know you're a spy. I've told you that."An hour or so later, with a broken tooth, bent ribs, sore member and crooked nose as rewards for my stubbornness, they tossed me in a cell with my hands still chained together. I sat on the stone floor and felt sorry for myself until they brought Lori in a bit later. She had the start of a black eye and there was blood on her chin and bare thighs. Her clothes were thrown in behind her, but she huddled in a. Ummhhh’, I was moaning with pleasure. It felt like in heaven. She continues sucking my tits till they were sore. It had started hurting me a bit. She stopped licking, look that me and said ‘now there must be enough juice collected for me in your pussy’. By now I knew that it wasn’t love. It was plain lust. She spread my legs and parted my pussy cheeks. ‘Wow! This is going to be fun’- she said it as if she was talking to my clit.As I thought she was going to start sucking my pussy, I felt. She was curious how Susan knew about periods at age five. "Mommy told me that when she doesn't feel good and sometimes cries when nothing's wrong and she has to go to the bathroom a lot, then it's 'that time of the month'."Susan said, smiling. Just then a cramp ripped though Kerri's lower abdomen. Susan was right. "Damn it, it just keeps getting worse." Kerri thought. She spent the day trying hard not to yell at Susan, she.