I didn't really want to fuck a sheep.I didn't go looking for the flock the next day; I was scared of my thoughts. Instead I hunted down a soft-skinne... melon, bored a hole in it, and heated it over the fire for a minute or two to get it nice and warm. If I wanted something warm and wet to fuck, I didn't need a sheep. I would just use the melon and think about women and everything would be fine. I told myself all this and more as I pushed the warm melon into a mound of sand and began stroking. ’ ‘I’m very sorry, Miss,’ Dave said firmly. ‘Why don’t you contact your office? I’m sure they can sort it out. We’ve got a model and she’s really stack… erm… I mean she meets the… er… requirements admirably.’ The brunette had a worried expression on her face. Dave saw her glance over at the lifts anxiously for a moment and after a few seconds of thoughtful expression she seemed to make up her mind about something. Dave had to admit that the girl standing before him was breathtakingly. The pale brunette stumbled after him, away from the truck…away from her best means of escape.‘What do I do?’ she thought desperately. What could she do? The tents of the rebel camp passed her by in a blur as the soldier led her roughly. Still dazed from her rape, still feeling his seed clinging to her insides, Layla didn’t want to think about her future. “In here, cunt. We need to get you washed up and CLEANED.” He hustled her into one of the few non-tented structures in camp. It was a low,. Then you are gonna bend over while I fuck your fag ass. Any questions?" Ford opened his mouth wide.Ê NEXT SUNDAY Ford, naked, knelt on the coach's desk as the man played with a vibrator up his ass. His hands were bound behind his back and his mouth was stuffed full of soiled jock straps. As the coach often did, he worked the boy while making him watch one of their homemade sex videos. It was much like all the others in that it starred himself, Ford, getting off being used as a sex slave. It was.
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