“I may be your murderer,” he said, “why might I not be your rapist”? Alexandra smiled back, and shyly put out a hand to stroke his thick hair. “Because you are not” she said. Watching his face, she took his huge, gloved hand in her slim fingers and guided it to her lips, then took his index finger into her mouth to suck on it hungrily. “So be it.” Dmitri said “I will respect your oath. And now I must cut you out of this”. He took his hand away from her mouth and she nodded her acquiescence, lying back and spreading her thighs, careless of the scattering of nettle leaves on the floor beneath her. Dmitri took a pair of wire-cutters and sheared through the silver chain with one snip. He patiently drew it through the rings decorating her labia, letting her cunt gape open, soft and wet. Wrapping the links around his hand, he pulled slowly but firmly on the steel hoop in the thick, coloured glass plug filling her arse and she sighed softly as it left her body. Squatting beside her, he gathered up a handful of leaves and Alexandra chewed at her lower lip, readying herself. Delicately, he pressed them into her cunt, lifting the lips apart by their silver rings so as to work the stinging leaves deep into her most tender places. Her mouth fell open in a Hardcore silent scream, baring her perfect white teeth, and she panted faster and harder until he pulled her cheeks apart with one hand and pressed a fistful firmly into the puckered ring of her arsehole with the other. At this, she thrust her body violently upward and stopped breathing altogether for a long minute. He waited patiently for her to fall back to the floor, emptying her lungs in a long, low blowjob sigh, then gathered up great masses of nettles in both hands and spread them all over her open thighs and abdomen until she was blanketed from Brunette chin to knee. Alexandra’s eyes were glassy and vacant and her mouth hung open. Rising to his babe feet, Dmitri put a booted foot to her groin, pressing the nettles down while she moaned and whimpered in a transport of submission and abasement. Again, the music ended and he left her sobbing on the floor while he selected another piece. This time, he also turned off most of the lights and brought a bottle and glass from the galley before moving to the couch. Alexandra saw him sitting there - slumped forward, open-legged - and she rolled over to crawl to him. He smiled to see her rub her hands through her hair to remove any possible shreds of nettle leaf, then she began to worship his open crotch with lips, tongue and fingers. In front of me, for example, was a girl. You shouldn't have fucked with me Potter. She put all of her belongings in the spare room right next to mine and I left her for what was easily an hour. The blowjob more she allowed her body to Hardcore experience the powerful feelings of what he was doing babe the less it felt like such a violation. "Osh mashster, pleash fush mesh, pleash tash mesh any wathe youse wansh." Acting before thinking, Ian put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her face into the bed to stifle her screams. I started giggling profusely, I yelled, "I WIN JIMMY!" I wondered if he’d get Tim and our other colleagues to make us 3 cum, and if we’d be visible to the people going up and down the stairs. After a quick Brunette talk about the very limited range of drinks and their cost; we were sent out to get our first orders. Have you seen it?"