He didn’t even bother to remove her panties. He just sided them and entered his 7 inch meat in her. The room had started to move around her when he ...as pounding her. Since the standing position wasn’t very comfortable, he had put her on the stretcher and plucked that hot vagina for the twentieth time. After emptying his load, he had pulled out his semi erect prick , rolled up his pants and pulled up his zipper. He then buried his face in her ample cleave to wipe his sweat and left. This is what. The pull on her nipples was again harsh and extremely painful, but not damaging, as the devilish tails of the whip tried to wrap around each nipple and then pull on it as the whip retreated.Once more I let her have it from each side, and once more each of her nipples was given a devastating tug. She shook in her bonds, trying to escape further pain, and I decided that the final moment had come. I judged the distance, then swung the vicious little quirt up from the floor and between her legs,. No moretears. “Who cares what that asshole thinks,” Beththought to herself, as Duke’s rapid pounding broughther back to a high state of sexual tension. “He hasthat other bitch. Now I’m Duke’s bitch.”She began to meet Duke’s thrusts with her own, pickingup the rhythm. “Wow, I’m in heat,” she realized. It wastrue. She was in season; she needed to mate.Suddenly she felt something odd, something large andhard pressing against her cunt. She remembered oncereading. Returning to Amanda I held for her a bottle of cold water and for me a small pitcher of my favorite cocktail. Vodka and clamato juice if you must know, liberally spiced with Worchester sauce, and otherwise known as a Bloody Caesar.Removing the ball gag she was sensible enough to accept a drink as I held the water bottle to her lips. Settling back in my chair I thumbed a few buttons on the control and Amanda gasped as, one by one, the toys fired up. With a careful eye on the monitors I was.