'I'll see you in two weeks,' he kissed me on blonde the cheek and walked into the club. Before he completely disappeared out of sight he turned around and yelled, 'I LOVE YOU!' Over the loud music. My femdom heart jumped and the widest smile spread on my face. Holy Brunette shit, did he mean that? I blushed as I looked at the envelope in my hands. In black marker it read: "I know it's cheating, butt fuck it.' I laughed at that. Hesitation came over me but I opened it anyway. Inside I found a set of unholy pictures of my crush, posing in different incredible positions. All on a large white bed, all naked. My cock grew to it's full length within a matter of milliseconds. What the fuck is my life even? Captured in Ajikistan 3 - Sexual Servitude In the war-torn republic of Ajikistan, two captives, both former humanitarian volunteers, were now group sex at group orgy the mercy of a scar-faced rebel soldier. Musad relished the scene before him. Did she have the nerve to hurt him? She only needed to know a handful of phrases now. It was then he could hear how her guts were churning and gurgling from such a brutal renovation. Seeing Mala place her group sex head on Ravi's blonde shoulders, 'I feel you all are comfortable.' said Roger. She got a big dollop of my group orgy precum on her finger and sucked it off. “Come on, the sooner we get started the sooner we will finish and we can relax.” Her eyes had snapped open now, and Julio grabbed her by the neck, jerking her backward so that she could see her daughter’s beautiful, curvy ass and exposed pussy with the flat of the femdom knife pressed against it. As for Tristan, who punched David, Evan just brought his knee up into his stomach while he was trying to figure out what had just happened. Jeff, the owner of the house and my host for the next few days greeted me with a big smile and firm handshake. I cried out, "PLEEEASE,� NOooo� grandfather!" Don't we ever get a damn break Bill said. There are no more seats at the bar, and I don’t think this seat is filled with a paying customer”, I hear from behind me from a woman’s voice with a deep timbre (kinda like Alicia Keys in that one coffee shop scene). “Is your contribution ready?” A man asks. An electric jolt shot through me. I caught her eyes, seeing this strange depth in them. “Since you’re picking the cigar bar, how about dinner at Charlie Palmer’s?” I ask. I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of spent sex Brunette as it enveloped me in a heady cloud. He used me! Why should I believe anything he says when he made me and left me behind?”