"You've never been inside a place like this before, have you, baby?"I was breathing so hard I could barely speak. I took a deep breath and tried to ca...m down. "N... no. Never." We'll just get a couple of beers and check it out, okay?" B... But why here? There's plenty of other places," I whined."Because women take off their clothes in here," he said, winking at me."I'm not taking my clothes off," I said, pouting.Johan took a moment to ponder that comment. He gazed through the windshield, into. She was dressed in a shining black latex body stocking which hugged every curve of her body, stilettos and studded leather gloves. She carried a riding crop which she used on my bottom to stop me tarrying as we walked to the main house and followed the stairs down to the dungeon where I was seated on a hard bench overlooking the torture floor. The bench soon filled with all the secretaries and high level maids. I was looked upon with distain because they considered me to be well below their. "So much for our wonderful European Union. How can you make a union of people who in essence distrust other nationalities and in some cases actually hate. Bureaucrats molly-coddled and wrapped in cotton wool in Brussels or Strasbourg need to get out and see the damage their ill-thought policies create. However I did not believe that Rumanians and Albanians are more criminally inclined than any other nationality. Tina came in with the coffee taking my mind away from the idiocy of the E.U. "You. His first thrust almost topples her over and would have had he not been holding her by her tiny waist. She can feel her pussy walls stretch to accommodate his onslaught. There is no holding him back, he has been thinking of this ever since Betty called him this morning. He hammers her back and forth like a dog on a bitch. Betty is now his bitch and he can't get enough. Occasionally he gets in far enough to bump against her cervix and Betty squeals with delight. She is almost frothing with the.