It seemed unlikely, but none of the other explanations she could think of made more sense.Scanning the rows of empty seats facing the stage, she took ... deep breath. Three cameras focused in on her, red lights glowing on top of their chassis. They were manned by camera operators she didn’t recognize and hadn’t been involved in hiring. She also hadn’t been involved in renting this theater or any other bit of preparation that went into this shoot. As the person who sat at the very beating heart of. I heard her muffled cry into the sheets and felt her ass instinctively try to pull away. Her ass was dry as the desert compared to her hot lubed pussy. "Fuck yesssss," she turned her face to the side for me to hear her next command. Through clenched teeth and tightly shut eyes she said, "Just ram it. Make it bleed." I pulled out fast and went in hard again. "Ohh god yes. Fuck my ass, Mr. Trevino. Do it." I saw tears splashing out from beneath her dark lashes. This c***d wanted the pain. My cock. After losing another five card trick to Braxton-Clark's vingt et une, Charlie said, 'You must be frightfully unlucky in love, Butcher, as you are so damned lucky at cards.'" Merry took another pinch from his snuff box."Charlie must have meant to antagonize Braxton-Clark by reminding us that he had started life as a butcher's boy. It certainly succeeded in doing just that, for I could see that Braxton-Clark was livid with anger. However he kept his composure, and replied, in a sneering tone,. “I’m going to tie you up while I use my toys on you,” he said, “but first I want you over my knee.”Olivia obeyed his directions and positioned herself across his lap with her ass pointed towards the viewing room. She knew Steve would enjoy this very much!Ian ran a hand over Olivia’s creamy ass cheeks and moaned softly, “I’m going to make these nice and red for you, my dear. You will find yourself begging for more.”Smack!Smack!One slap on each ass cheek and she could already feel the wetness.