He took her delicate chin in his left hand and pinned her head back against the rough timber. Gazing into his eyes she repeated the other’s dying words in an exultant cry that became a gurgling, rattling whisper when the wicked points drove between her breasts and into her chest. Powerful shoulder muscles moved beneath his shirt as he thrust steel-tipped fingers deep into her dying body, rummaged inside her ribs and finally, with a cry of triumph, tore the dripping heart free and held it above his head. Oliviya began to shudder uncontrollably; her slim thighs trembled, and her fingers clenched on the arms of the chair. Turning to the camera, Dmitri slowly raised the dripping heart to lips that were already gory from his first victim, closed his eyes in a dark ecstasy and sank his teeth into the raw meat. Blood streamed into his beard and spurted into the air - and Oliviya gushed across the floor under her desk with a strangled cry. The image froze, and the room was silent save for ragged breathing as she struggled to control herself, knuckles white at the edge of the desk. The haunting sound of an oud drifted from the speakers and the screen became a business-like patchwork of text and entry fields. An ornate silver crucifix swung between Oliviya’s bared breasts as she leant forward to type, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face with one hand while blowjob the other tapped at the keypad to enter her National Identity Number. The sun was setting now, and her delicate features were up-lit by the glow of the screen while she typed intently, giving up her financial and personal details and all of her passwords – the blasphemies and obscenities that she inwardly yearned to shout aloud but only ever picked out in secret at a keyboard. Before long - because the jotter in her locked drawer had every code and reference carefully noted in readiness for this day – the display refreshed, and one word appeared in an antique script of rich, dark yellow. When her submission was acknowledged, Oliviya switched to another screen and reactivated her gym membership. She wanted to be lean and fit when she was collected.   SUSAN Carissa climbed gracefully over the side of the Demhe , tossed her wet hair out of her face, pov and stood before the men next to Susan, her arms loose at her sides, one knee bent in a Hardcore relaxed pose and her amateur chin tilted proudly upward. Droplets of water ran over her smooth flesh and fell girlfriend onto the teak planking. The two women had swum out from the beach nude, and now presented themselves obediently on the deck of the yacht. Dmitri and his companions looked like any group of tanned, wealthy tourists in their crisp linen suits and light cotton ducks as they gathered around, eyeing them appraisingly. “You understand that you have been collected? You understand what collection means?” Dmitri asked in English. “Yes” breathed both women in unison. Carissa turned startled eyes to her mistress. “You served your purpose well, Susan” Dmitri went on. He threw an amused glance at Carissa. “She was submitted to the King in Yellow since before you first knew her, just like Amy”. “I don’t know what’s happening to me, Lucilla.” Willowbud whispered, and it was only her voice speaking now, but it sounded different than I’d ever heard her before. She lay before him, her robe still tied, her legs closed tightly. Rising on shaking legs I moved towards the doorway girlfriend until I remembered the barrier. I slide my hand along her thigh, not to wake her but to feel her skin. I have to see it. This is very exciting. But I don't think less of you. That’s when she told me she was a waitress there and had seen me out the window briefly; enough to know I was covered in some form of liquid and in women’s pants. A slow firm push, that second ring opened and sealed around the back of her crown. Tracy engulfed my crown in her hungry mouth, her tongue dancing around the spongy Hardcore tip. The cuddling was pretty much rare, and soon, non-existent, sometimes I’d only ask Dad if I could sleep with them that night, mostly it was always “No sweety, you need to sleep in your bed.” Eventually, they gave in and let me sleep with them on the weekends, which was fine by me because then I can sleep in with them until one or both of them wakes up, the one usually being Mom, and if so then I’d just stay in bed with Dad for a moment longer until I eventually “woke up” and moved blowjob on with my pov day. I mean, Brian, you’re my best friend. Why, I do not know…but then, by my own mistake, I left the browser on. “Excellent. You nearly put me on my bum and I don’t want to ruin another one of Eddie’s uniforms!” After I broke the kiss, Chrystal said she’d like another. Eric's parents stepped out of the kitchen both smiling widely. I made her do her job right. "Yes, but as soon as I invited him in he made a pass at me, he squeezed my bottom and said he'd love to get to know me amateur better, a LOT better."