It was a little disappointing. There was room on the benches for maybe two or three hundred spectators and I was sure the crowd had used to be bigger....hat hadn’t changed was what we’d come to look at. In the centre of the hall was the bench, a length of polished wood perhaps eight feet long about three feet of the ground. At the far end, towards where the magistrates sat, there was a bar just above the ground to which the prisoners hands would be fastened and at our end were the leather cuffs. Emma parted her legs slightly as Lauren introduced her fingers to her buttocks and the backs of her legs. She smiled as she felt how thin her thighs were, her fingers sensing a tremble bubbling beneath Emma's skin. Lauren inched towards her pussy, rubbing her foot up and down the little girl's silky legs, causing her thighs to part and allow Lauren total access to her warm, tanned pleasure center. Her mind told her it was not too late to stop, but without a second's deliberation she slid her. David had never been in first class on the rail journeys he had undertaken in the past, only being able to afford second-class, which entailed sitting on hard bench seats in an open carriage packed with other travellers.He found out from Mr. Cox that his firm represented the Prince’s interests, and it would seem that he was one of their most distinguished clients. The fact that Mr. Cox himself had sought him out, having only been given two days’ notice to find him was testament to the high. Through the lust, revulsion swelled through me as the spider-thing loomed over me.A part of me wanted to fuck it still. To ram my cock into her. Her mandibles opened as they surrounded my throat. I felt their sharp pricks. I shuddered, about to be penetrated in a new way. I whimpered.I should fight.Couldn’t.Color exploded around us. A shimmering aura of dazzling hues assaulted my eyes. I gasped as the different colors blurred one over the other, rippling and undulating, swallowing each other.