“Lie here” he told her, indicating the great refectory table. It was lit by bleeding women who hung from their ankles by chains slung between pillars, each with a candle lodged in her cunt and another in her arse. They sighed and panted as they writhed in their bonds, cum hopelessly straining to avoid the hot wax running over their lips. Katya climbed onto the anal polished oak surface and lay sprawled on her back like a bride awaiting her man - or a victim awaiting the priest. Grigori went back the way he had come blowjob and left her for several hours, alone with the soft moans of the human candlesticks and the memory of Dana’s ecstatic sacrifice. At last, a door creaked open and Katya opened her eyes wide, chewing her lower lip and digging her nails into her palms to contain her excitement. Leon and Andrei took their places either side of her; they had washed and changed into silk suits and they Hardcore were discussing the new editor of ‘Cinema Review’. Out of the corner of her eye, Katya saw a pale-skinned girl with fine, ash-blonde hair. Completely nude, she hurried to and fro bringing the men glasses of wine, heavy cutlery and linen napkins in ivory rings. “We should find the text of his address to the academy,” said Leon “then we could decide for ourselves”. Andrei murmured assent, and then both turned as Grigori entered from the kitchen. He, too, was dressed immaculately and he carried a great mound of bloody steaks on a silver salver that he placed on the table between Katya’s trembling thighs. She panted and ran her tongue around her lips as he leant across her to lay slices of rare meat over her outspread body, warm and dripping. All conversation had ceased, and the men paid close attention as Grigori placed the steaks across her bosom and stomach doggystyle slowly and carefully; Katya ran her fingers over her face and through her hair, fighting the urge to arch her back and writhe at his gentle touch. “Eat, all of you” Grigori laughed. “Her name was Dana”. Andrei leant forward to peel a strip of meat from Katya’s flat stomach. She shivered at the touch of his fingers and moaned aloud when Grigori also reached out to take a piece from between her breasts. He carried it to her mouth and she parted her lips eagerly to take the dripping morsel from his fingers with her teeth. She rolled her head ecstatically as she swallowed human flesh. When Leon and Andrei bent their heads to her crotch and chest to take juicy medaillons into their mouths Katya grasped the edge of the table. She went rigid, threw her head back against the board and howled her excitement to the vaulted ceiling as three cannibal tongues licked the jus and blood from her quivering flesh. Leon fed her the last gobbet of meat with his thumb and forefinger and she stretched her neck to take it, sucking the last drips from his fingers and licking her lips. Andrei leant over her to lick a trail of blood from her ribs and over the swell of her bosom. Then he sat back, abruptly. “This is a cruel torment” he complained. “I wish to lick her own blood from her – and she wants that too”. “You know the plan” replied Grigori, sternly. “She must be back in her office tomorrow, with nothing suspicious about her - not even scars. I was so turned on at the thought of preforming in public that when it came time, I cum wanted to but I couldn't. An owl hooted. The resonating stopped attacking my body. “Oh mom, he is old enough to be our father and he is interested in you. I didn't know if it was the audience watching or the fact that my sister blew me that made this feel amazing. Everything!!!!" I told him that I probably deserved it. Like Mommy can fuck back! My ass cheeks Hardcore were red and I had his cum doggystyle and my own juices trickling out of me. He made no attempt to clean me up. She found herself unable to make eye contact with either of them. Her nipple was shiny with his saliva. “Well…then give me your phone and show me were this all can be deleted” I demanded. I rolled onto my knees. She was always attracted to boys, but as yet had never been with one sexually. When I told him that I didn’t know what that blowjob was he told me to stand with my feet about shoulder width and to put my hands on my hips. As he put it in the book, “A stop sign is just that no matter where it might be posted anal in the US,” making note that it is possible for a company to bid on DOT contracts and make and ship to the various locations the signs. “Battle scars.” She said softly. I was ready for it, my cock aching. He touched her knee, and she stroked his thigh as they shared an intimate joke.