I did make that mistake before, and I told her I wouldn't do it again."So, for the record, you aren't after anything?" she pondered."What? No. I'm jus... trying to make the woman I love feel good, is that a crime?" I asked.She didn't say anything, but she was skeptical. The truth was, I just loved touching her feet, or having her feet touch me. I couldn't help but to tickle her a little bit. She never liked that and didn't like it this time either."Hey, we've been over this, no tickling," she put. .“Did I say you could fuckin' get dressed, whore?!” he demanded.“No, sir,” she replied, trembling as she dropped the shirt and lowered her gaze.“OK! All of you stand up! Now!” her ordered.Elly stood first receiving humiliating and degrading catcalls from the whole gang.“Very nice!” grinned their vile and disgusting leader.Then Basinah and Fahada both stood together, trying to take comfort in each others touch.“Look at those dirty whores!” he laughed. “They still can't keep their fuckin' filthy. One pair held my hands while another pair slid over my eyes. I felt a cold metallic steel come in contact with my wrists and some sort of fabric tightened around my eyes plunging my world into darkness."What the fuc..." but the word never came out as some lacy material was shoved in my mouth, followed swiftly by what I could only imagine was some form of tape.Blindfolded, gagged and bound, I started to assume the worst. But the sweet smell of lavender and peach in the air began to calm my. Finally he stopped and just held his cock still, deep inside her bowels. He reached down for his belt. Once he had grasped it he pulled her up by her hair again and looped it around her neck. She struggled against him but was impaled on his cock and weight pressing down on her. She felt helpless and vulnerable. No. No. Please. He didnt acknowledge her pathetic attempt at a struggle, though he was enjoying the sensation on his cock. He let rip. His fury was his cock, not his fists. He thrust in.