Our tongues reached out and lashed together. I was finally going to fuck this nasty little Russian slut. The passions overflowed. She nibbled on my lo...er lip as I ran my fingers through her long blonde hair. I teased her, pulling away. I saw the hunger in her eyes and in her eager mouth. Our lips met again and our tongues clashed and rolled around once more. Her fingers were pulling down my zipper. My hands reached down her back, pulled up her skirt and groped her sexy round ass - the ass I'd. She puts the gag back in and asks Tom if he is enjoying himself. He shakes his head no and feels his tears run all across his face. Tori slaps him again, and says "don't lie to me Tom! Your little dick is as hard as rock!", and she gets a firm grip on his dick. His cheeks burn red from embarrassment realizing his body is betraying him. Tori asks him if he wants to cum, he nods. She says too bad, and warns that if he does he will really be punished. Her boy friend starts grunting and quickens. "A hooker in a hoodie. Tarts with eco-terrorist tee-shirts and utility boots. Vegetarian whores. Well, they couldn't be that, could they Theo? Eating meat is part of their job. Where would they be if they decided not to eat sausage when they're asked to?" I don't know, sir. Is there anything else you require?" Food. Drink. The usual. And if my deranged daughter turns up again, just tell her I'm not in. That is, of course, unless she wants to fight off the rioters. Do you think she sympathises. ”The woman, who had come to embrace bondage and Sydney over the last two months, beamed at the endearing term.Somberly, Helen remained quiet, waiting for the cards which she felt would change her, but hopefully not too drastically.Fanning out the cards after a good shuffle, Helen carefully chose three from the middle, spaced well apart.“Led Astray.”“Sharing is caring.”“No. Just no.”Sydney glanced at Helen in concern. Something about that second card, struck a hard, negative chord. With a stern.