Stephens forced himself, he picked up her dainty feet, unlaced her canvass shoes and removed her short white socks and as in a dream carried her pink feet to the dog pen. Blare and Bush the Rotweillers looked on, salivating, Stephenson tossed a foot to each and watched as they tore away and ate the pitifully small amount of flesh and then gnawed at the bone. Stephenson returned to the job pov in hand, peeling back the skin and sawing the bone to form a makeshift foot from each former knee. Cartilage sinew nerves, all severed neatly and tucked and tied into the remaining stump of leg he did his best with the flies and the dirt, and the growing impatience of the black faces. He tried to make a tidy job, toying with the idea of letting her bleed to death petite but he dared not risk the officer's wrath. "Just the tongue now Mr Stephenson, if you please." The Officer requested politely. Stephenson extracted a fiendish contraption of metal plates and ratchets, rust spots marred the shining stainless steel caused by the African climate and neglect in equal measure. He held her pretty button nose and her mouth opened involuntarily, he inserted the tool and ratcheted her jaw open, The scalpel was blunt, blunted by rust and repeated sharpening on a leather, a use once blade used for the thousandth time. He worked feverishly, cutting, aware the blood she was losing could not be replaced, The blood they had was out of date, kept at room temperature under the baking sun and not refrigerated, most of it from desperate HIV positive starving refugees, with little chance of the Blood type in the bottle matching the label. He extracted the small piece of meat and quickly sealed the wound and sewed it up. He removed the Jaw spreader. "Mr Stephenson, an excellent job, I shall have to consider keeping you around for a while longer," The Officer thanked him. "Museppe, a haircut for the Lady." Museppe teen was an artist, he chopped methodically with Machete and a wood block, hr golden hair blowjob falling to the floor, and soon it was just something like an animal and inch perhaps, like fur and he barely nicked her scalp with the twelve inch blade. "Remove the wrappings, Museppe." The Officer ordered. Museppe rolled the unconscious Susan onto her back and inserted the wicked blade inside her canvas bush Jacket, the fabric cut easily then the tip caught her bra strap severing it easily, and cutting continued on down, past her navel he undid cumshot her belt then resumed cutting her shorts and her panties, almost a thong, very European. Finally he cut the other leg of her shorts away and the Pink body beneath was revealed. They carried her to a rough wooden Table, once the pub bench from the "Red Lion"the English Pub at this former colonial Country Club. They tied down her now naked body, they spread her thighs. "First Fuck, Mr Stephenson" The Officer invited. "One of them yelled at me, calling me a fat whale fuck or something, and the other two joined in with jeers and laughter. How the Slavers discovered Jasmeena cumshot looked so exceptional is a mystery, but I can only imagine someone close to her and someone female could have committed such a cruel betrayal. I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and ass, then moved up beside her. So, instead, I groaned, “She's got her tongue wiggling through me. Oh, she's drinking all my juices.” Benny threw the panties over on Mike’s lap. My father owns a private island in the Bahamas and has a rather palatial estate there. Within a few minutes her loins were lubricated to his satisfaction, and he pulled his cock out of his shorts and lined it up to his girlfriends cunt, sliding his full length into her in a single thrust. But since he had traveled so far to experience teen the party, I had to restrain myself and take pov him there instead of his room and of course, let him watch me perform. The sun had finally risen high enough that it was shining right in my face. Dakota’s car was already unloaded. After a nod from Leon, Yoo-jin blowjob said, “Then we will stamp your passports and send you off on the next available flight to America. "Oh hi, Laura," Alistair said pleasantly. He leaned forward to me and kissed me again. I was so focused on Olivia that I didn’t notice Emma still apologizing. And rounding out the fuckers is Crazy Eddie. “Yes.” said Neva, she needs some company tonight. Clint fell back on the futon while I couldn't look away from my sister's sphincter. “Your list of punishments is growing by the petite minute. I recently read a book which was much nastier than anything that has been posted here in any category, and it was a properly printed work which is sold in shops. I paid you good money to watch you cum. This is my problem. In other words, I had to make a conscious effort to try to hold my body as still as possible (to keep from flailing around), while my rectum was "being fertilized" by Chris. I forgot about my beer and decided not a good idea to drink with small children anyway. But she manages to hold her composure. Viola relaxed and she started to regain her senses after Alice stopped eating her. I wished we had stayed home and made good use of our bed, staircase, couch, the new marble top dining table, kitchen shelf and the washing machine for grand finale. Suddenly in a soft tone Roger suggested, "Why don't you pull then down to her ankles?" I should be satisfied with that.