? He withdraws slowly beforethrusting back in to her, again rocking her on the chair and sending her headback as tendrils of hair falls about her face...as the heavily gag muffled screamof pleasure is prized from her throat. ? As quickly as it had begun it is over, hismember withdrawing from her body as his hands move up to grasp her upper armslifting and dragging her again.? He movesaround to front of the chair where her ordeal had begun, hauling her after himwith weakened legs dragging across. One student had never completely dressed, wearing just panties and a completely unbuttoned shirt, her large firm hard nipple breasts totally exposed. She watched as all three students repeatedly slid up and down against the stone phalluses, their eyes and the eyes of the other students intently watching what was going on below at the base of the temple. The arousal of the three clearly evident by the soaked crotches of their pants and panties, Hollys realization that her own crotch was soaked. ‘Hey,’ Shardae said. ‘I know it’s getting late, but do you want to hangout before I leave?’ ‘Sure, why not, let’s own the scene,’ I agreed. ‘It should be fun hanging out with a hot therapist in Manhattan!’ We went to a lounge in Chelsea, and we had a great time. Almost everybody in the place at first believed Shardae was Beyoncè. There were so many people with their camera phones out snapping pictures and whispering. For a moment, I felt like I was Jay-Z standing next to Shardae. We attracted. The man facing her spit in her face and slapped her.Again he smacked her. Sarah spit at him. SMAAACK. A heavy strap crossed her ass. Again and again.The man facing her laughed. “Git that nice ass of yours ready for some fucking.”Even as the strap hit her again, she yelled at them. “Bastards, rot in hell.”Sarah’s shoulders burned. The leather strap bit into her ass which wouldturn her butt into a bloody mess. She looked at the burly, bearded mountainman with a sadistic grin. He held up.