Abbie’s eyes were on the stage, the glare of the spotlight reflected in the round lenses of her glasses.“Tonight, you’re all going to witness a ...urder,” the woman on stage said. “It will happen right in front of you. And if you’ll notice, we took the liberty of removing a few of the chairs in this venue…”Rose fanned herself with her program. She already felt sick to her stomach. She remembered what the review in the Bay Voice had said: “Startlingly graphic; a ballet of violence; blurs the line. .." She was weeping by now.He smacked her hard three times in succession.Tears poured from her eyes, but not from the pain. Lynn discovered she loved the pain, deriving a certain kind of inner rapture from it and from this came a certain willingness to explore the erotic area this handsome, well hung guy was opening up to her.'Does he know I really want to go along with this?' Lynn asked herself and then answered her own question. 'Of course he does, ' she thought and lowered her head already. I did and looked down on my body that was dirty from the bark and moss. My skin was red and sore in places. I had goosebumps everywhere.He picked some nettle and stuffed it into my nylons and pulled them up. It was stinging me and I cried. He told me to shut up and bear with it as a man and hoped that I will be one as I was supposed to. He ordered me to walk to the car and we left even my skirt there.When we reached the car I had only my boots and nylons on which were full with nettle. I could. Her balls collided again and again against Charisma'sperineum as Tiffany assaulted the seamstress' ass, repeatedly drivingher prick into her rectum with the force of a battering ram, as if shemeant to split her asunder.Charisma gave as good as she got, shoving her bottom back to meet eachadvance of Tiffany's cock and jerking her hips forward as the shemalemomentarily withdrew. Her ass cheeks flattened and sprang back intofullness, bouncing before Tiffany's assault, just as her.