“Oh, I don’t know about that, I want two cocks in my cunt but a stranger fucking my arse? Really don’t think so,” was her answer.“Well it’... only right he should, you're are an Anal slut.”My reply makes her lift herself up slightly and look at me directly in the eyes. To the sound of Screams and exclamations, coming from the TV, she says, “Only for you darling, only for you.”She returns to resting her head on my shoulder and her gaze returns to the unfolding porn. My thoughts start to work out a. I want to build their excitement. As I slowly fold and place my cloths on a chair, I glance their way and see 2 figures looking…watching me. Now I got you both! I slip on to my bed and pull the sheets up to my breasts. I check the angle of my mirror. Perfect! You are in each others arms, watching me. You will see my whole body from my neck to my toes, and I can watch you…looking at me. I lick my fingers and wet my tits. I pinch and pull. My legs, growing restless, kick the. I want you the way it used to be!" It can't be that way, Priss," he said, grasping her arm trying to entwine around his neck. "Don't you understand? I love her... my Desirée... I love her!"She sat upright with an abruptness that startled him. The depth of her greenish eyes in rage spat obsessive fire down at him. "You're mine, you bastard! I don't give a damn about your Desirée... !" she swore, and he felt her hand knowingly caressing at the front of his pants!Mark made an effort. Follow me, Anthony responded as he led the younger men into the garage.This is Ethel, he said while nodding toward the naked tart lying on a bed with her ankles and wrists bound.Hello, cunt! Dylan greeted her, though she was rather surprised since he and George seemed innocent and were little more than boys.Why do you call yourself a beastmaster, George then asked.Because Ethel s the 666 Beast Of The Abomination and I control her, Anthony grinned.That s a brutal thing to say! Dylan smirked,.