She was so hot, so warm around his organ! He began to fuck her nice and slowly, taking it all in. He could see his mammoth cock disappear into her bus..., and then reappear, glistening with her juices. When he leaned up further he could see the pink of her cunt lips stretching outwards each time he withdrew. Her gorgeous tits were bouncing up and down with his thrusts. Her tiny feet were in the air, flailing helplessly as he screwed her a little harder. "Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!". Close enough I could hear her bones break when they hit her. I could smell it when they burned her." What did they ask you?" They wanted to know where the other slaves were, the ones that escaped." Nancy turned her head to look at Carl, "Is that what you want to know?" No." It doesn't matter, I told them. I just wanted them to quit burning Pat. Pat was stronger than me. Once our master strung us up together and caned us. Pat kept whispering to me to be strong. We hung there for hours and she. Bobbing up and down on his cock, keeping eye to eye contact on him, it wasn’t long before I saw a familiar that I get just before I loose it. A moment later, my mouth filled up with warm cum, swallowing as fast as I could, a second and third load filled me up. Some ran down my chin, but most of it I was able to swallow. Setting back in the chair, so satisfied with myself, I had given someone a blow job and swallowed most of the cum not a bad thing. Thursday of that week, my tits had jumped to a. Once there she was stripped of her abaya, harem dress, slippers and every trace of adornment. Her jewellery was removed, and even her lipstick was wiped off. As she stood shivering slightly she looked round the room and quickly recognised it for what it was, a torture chamber. The nipple clips, clamps and thumbscrews she recognised, and the other Judas Chair for impaling miscreants was unmistakable. The other items she could only guess at, but they did not bode well for her comfort and safety.