A length of scaffolding pole was tied across her spread thighs to stretch her openings as widely as possible and her cunt ‘massaged’ by the length...of a dildo with nails driven through it attached to a builders hammer drill.This violation was way too much pain and not enough pleasure for Justine - trying desperately to remember her safe-word: "stop - please - I can't take any more".Sam laughed: "that's not it - you filthy slut - you have to beg properly".Mikey had taken to playing with the. She kept what she wanted close to her heart, guarding it and giving nothing of her hopes and ambitions. Head down, obliging and unobtrusive, never complaining, Vella worked until her hands were raw and bleeding. And then she worked some more, often to the point where her tears of pain from scrubbing floors or carrying sacks had been exhausted and dried up. No task was too menial for her, no duty allowed to be beyond her. If it needed doing, she did it and if she couldn’t do it well enough, she. Mom moaned in her sleep and moved her thigh higher towards my stomach, until she had my cock trapped only by the head. Her movement had the effect of spreading her legs further apart, so I dropped my finger into the slot, my finger tip in the sensitive area of her pussy. Mom was starting to leak fluids. I could feel them coating my finger and making them slick. I was about to slide my finger into her pussy when suddenly she groaned and moved back away from me. I panicked and quickly pulled my. After leaving it at a used car lot to be altered and sold, he checked in to a rather unassuming older hotel in town to watch the stir he had created. “Another victim of the Hitchhiking Butcher was found at the bottom of a gorge early this morning by sightseers who stopped at a scenic overview to take pictures. The slain motorist’s name is being withheld pending family notification. This is the sixth victim in the last four days to be discovered.”Tommy liked his room in the old hotel. It had.