"He paused for effect."They only take them out to perform their duty or when he or one of his men wants to fuck them. The Baron rarely has sex with hi... girls; he has other means of deriving pleasure as you'll no doubt soon discover."Amanda dangled despondently from the overhead beam, feeling like a side of beef hanging in a butcher's shop of old. Morbius caressed her straining body, leaving her to suffer as he waited for their guest to arrive.The Baron arrived precisely on schedule, his. "Should we stop?" "Hell nah!" you dropped me on the table, pushing my skirt up to my waist and placed yourself in between my open legs – my thighs stretched and taut."God, you look good!" Then get in there!" I moaned, my eyes strained on your cock, rigid veins running along the sides. Then it travelled to the door, waiting for someone to come through it.We could get caught.Anyone could burst into the office and see your pants down, your cock placed at the entrance of my pussy slit – rubbing up. Please let me pass out. One of the thickest cocks I have ever had in my ass was now ripping me in half. I was crying, tears, muffled screams coming from deep down inside me as his dick penetrated my colon. The violent pounding sending me into near unconsciousness. Finally I felt the warm seed from his ejaculation filling me, thankful for the lubricant as he finished assaulting my butt. “Now let’s try this again, you scream you get hit, you fight you get hurt, you run you get dead!. ..”“Yep,” Liz said with a giggle.“No,” I said at the same time.“I seem to recall waking up in the same bed as you about an hour ago,” Liz said, returning to the smirk. “Do I have that wrong?”“Well, yeah,” I said. It was my turn to shift my attention from one to the other. “But...”“But nothing,” Liz said.“Wait!” Sarah said. “I mean, I guess it’s not my business but...”“It’s not,” I said pointedly.“We’re discussing the prospect of seeing where things go,” Liz told her anyway. “There are parts of.