Was she OK? Did the guy get away? Did he hurt her? What about the two guys here? Were they about to get up? What should I do? Should I call the police... Nothing made any sense. Who was Simone? Until the last couple of minutes Simone had been a 22- or 23-year-old (You’d think I could remember which, but she’d told me and I immediately forgot because I’d been staring at her tits. Now I was embarrassed to ask. I still wanted to know what size bra she wore, though. But I digress.) woman who went to. .. his knot!Debbie inhales very sharply in wondering anticipation. She doesn’t know a single thing about dogs, other than the fact the big, bulbous thing is supposed to tie them together. The thought of being tied together to the large brute scares her. The fact that he will be then pumping enormous amounts of dog cum into her scares her even more. And though it is totally irrational, she is afraid he will get her pregnant.That knot begins to slip in a little more with each thrust. The pressure. After that the whipping, one cut only, was something of an anti-climax, and the Emir wondered how he himself would have fared deflowering such a wilful concubine, had she reached the semi-final. Because of her contortions there was blood on the whipping bench, so there was a short interlude while a clean one was brought. Then the Emir rose again to make an announcement."The final honoured guest is the Earl of Bargoed, and the ninth entrant was Azia."The tension was palpable as he paused,. Cramming and ramming my brain full of theorems and formulas. I was more than capable of four days alone looking after myself. God in a sense what better than an empty household to really have a perfect study environment.But no my parents wanted me to focus on my study: supervised. No late night straying or skipping meals or gods knows what they thought I might get up to...I was boy friendless...they knew that...I was cock starved...they didn’t know that.So I was foisted off on the couple across.