"Alright," I said and knelt down, wrinkling my nose in disgust.I was still wearing the rubber gloves. I lowered my fingers to the waterthen dipped the... in. This was so gross; and stupid. But I didn't stop. Ireached deeper and deeper, afraid the water would go over the top of myglove and fill it up with disgusting toilet water.It didn't. I felt the ring with my fingertips and hooked it up, bringingit dripping from the water."Urgh!"I shook it off and moved to the sink then I washed it, putting it. You’ll really enjoy what you’re paying for.”He hung up and walked in. The room was utterly dark. He could see nothing except what the light from the hallway showed. He closed the door and made his way to the bed. He felt a hand at his crotch, his zipper being lowered, his cock springing to attention.Wait, was that scruff he felt? A mouth enveloped his erection, swallowed him whole, with ease. And yes, that was definitely facial hair tickling his shaven crotch.“Oh, fuck you, Sophie,” he. All in all, we came to the conclusionthat she had proven herself to be worthyof being brought into your presence,so, after letting her rest a day and a night,that she might gain strength for the walk,on this morning, the third after she arrived,we blindfolded her and gagged her mouth with a cloth,which, as the blindfold, and most of the cloth we use,was woven from the hair of female captives and meat girls,all parts of their bodies being useful to usin life as in death,and we bound her wrists. One of them saw what she was reading. He shouted back up the carriage that the cunt down here is reading The Story of O but is still refusing to give Dave a kiss. Voices at the other end said The Story of O, she is a slag. Just drag the stuck up bitch down here to meet Dave. Suddenly you find yourself being scooped from your seat. Strong arms locked on your ankles and wrists as you are carried down the corridor of the carriage. You can see 8 more men waiting at the other end of the carriage.