I wonder what you did to her... probably you deserve it anyways.Don't stop reading this, for your own sake. you fucking bitch...Now you belong to us.....Yes, whore... we have all your exploits in films and pictures and we created enough copies for all of us... I believe that Jen eve upload them to the web...You go to the cops or say a word to anyone and we'll release it for all to see... they'll see how you dripped in lust, how you came, time after time, while we humiliated you and used you.... Hour 1 of the night, place in a chalet in the downtown area of Madrid. We had to go very well showered, with a dress preferably and a mask to hide the face. In addition, the girls should have their hair collected never loose or pigtail.We arrived very punctual. We got off the taxi ... we joked about whether we were leaving or entering ... we put on the mask we held our breath and knocked on the door. We were opened by a woman with a mask and a black nightgown. He took us to a room and gave us. He ran his hand up my back slowly and back down again. Don groped and squeezed my tits one after the other; he pinched and twisted my nipples. Oh my fucking god I was there again, and had to get Don out from between my teeth before I bit his cock off, I shouted, “Fuck that’s fuckin’ nice.” Dave banged away at my cunt and I re-engaged with Don’s cock. I began to twist my fist on his cock harder and tighter, he was so hard and pumped. Five minutes later I felt Don’s hand on my head, I looked. Fucking stunning.There’s the twitch again.With hips swaying in a “come-fuck-me” walk, you stroll over to the shoulder bag that rests on the desk. As you search inside the bag, your eyes come back to me.“You’ll want to get out of those clothes now.” It’s half suggestion, half demand. “But stay over there.”Without taking my eyes off you, I kick off my shoes and shed my socks. I let my pants and boxers fall and step out of them.You remove something from the bag, but place it on the desk, behind.