They shared a laugh laughed as I whimpered, Please stop, please don't do that. Despite myself, I got aroused.At the hotel, in the leaders suite, they ...aid me on a coffee table, stripped me naked. While they waited 4 the rest of the group they invaded my pussy with a candle. It dangled from me as the rest of the group filled the room.Someone started frigging me with the candle. Hands were all over my breasts. I remember saying “Please, please stop” when a woman straddled my face, her naked cunt. I feel wetness slide down my cheeks and land on the corner of my mouth, followed by a cold sensation landing on my forehead. "Gracie, it's time for you to wake up," I hear Chandler whisper, his breath warm against my ear. I swallow the large lump forming in my throat as my heart rate increases with fear. "I know you can hear me, darling. The faster you wake up the faster you get to go back to the bus with your brother and the band." Chandler teased me, making my heart race with hope that I. ”Just the words coming out of his mouth made me wet and I was speechless with fright. I didn’t know what to do or so but of course I had to say ‘No’ as I didn’t even know this guy. I replied:“Nahi nahi thank you, mein aisi nahi hu”He said: “Madam yeh to har insaan ki zaroorat hoti hai, abhi CD dekh kar aap apni chut ko mazaa hi do ge na? Jab apko ek asli admi ka lund mil sakta hai aur upar se paise bhi toh kyu nahi? Aap try to kar ke dekhiye ek baar, agar acha nahi lagey to aap phir mat. His first stop was the nearest blacksmith where he asked to have the shackle made into rectangular weights for the ends of his bronze chain. This would make what Japanese martial artists called a Kusari-fundo, but what everyone else called 'a chain with weights on the ends.' He commissioned two push knives to be made out of the iron slave collar. They would go into his boots, and he also asked if it the blacksmith could make a hollow iron ball with blunted spikes.The man said that he could, but.