“That will only ease the pain briefly” Dmitri said from behind her. “Your arms will tire as we beat you and then the steel will cut into you again”. As he spoke, Grigori took the length of cable and doubled it into a loop. With an evil smirk, he flicked it over one of the bulldog clips and sent darts group of fiery pain radiating from her nipple. “Please!” she moaned. Dmitri grabbed a fistful of her real coppery hair and pulled her head around to face him. “You want to beg?” he mocked and swung the rifle-rod through the air beside them with a woeful whistling. Her eyes smouldered. “I am begging” she gasped. “Use me. Take your pleasure of me”. Grigori tapped the other clip and she cried out throatily. “His pleasure is your pain” he said, drawing back the loop of telephone wire ready to strike. “And your submission” Dmitri growled from behind her. Both men swung at her together, striping her arse and belly with a double swish and crack, driving the air from her lungs. They each laid on another five strokes, alternating and intermittent. Angry red tracks stood out on her round cheeks where the rod had bitten, duller marks where the cord patterned her lower belly and pubic mound. She hung her head, taking amateur great, sobbing gulps of air, Hardcore while the two changed places. Looking up again, she saw Dmitri standing before her, thoughtfully running his improvised cane over the palm of his hand. “I will mark your breasts now” he told her with a cold smile. “And so, I shall first remove these clamps. Brace yourself”. With this he removed the bulldog clips, gently and patiently. She howled like a wounded animal as the blood rushed back to her distended nipples. Dmitri stood in readiness while she twisted and writhed, every movement forcing the Brunette steel wire to cut her cunt more deeply. Behind her, Grigori took a pocket knife to her blouse, cutting it from her shoulders so that her back was bared to him. She craned her neck to watch the fragments of cotton drift down around her. “I won’t need it again” she sighed. “I will die before I will betray my comrades”. They amateur had the benefit of being hidden safely in a cooperative host, the very least they could do was to keep their host happy. I reasoned that I wasn’t really masturbating, it was just basic hygiene, really. She wanted to pull away, but his hands had found her nipples. Being short wimpy kid I had no option but to soak up the insults and shut up. “I’m going to get fucked and someone is going to get themselves a brand new little friend, one way or another.” She answered. I Hardcore shot my right hand down from around my husband's neck and pressed on my daughter's crotch, feeling his cock slamming into her. Or do you want bare skin?” In his mind he could still see her nipples peaking out, and her bare flesh flashing from underneath her outfit. Once I sat, she sat opposite me. She began hesitantly, “You know, uh, because your father isn’t here, I, ah, I know…there are probable things he could explain to…that is you probably have questions that he should be here to answer. I did notice that Michael sat next to BJ. Calvin pulled a chair to the middle of the restaurant, sat down, and pulled his hard black cock out and ordered me to straddle him and put his cock in my pussy. real I felt my eyes well up and the tears started to flow. Abby arched her back, he thrust down and in until their bodies met. ‘Don’t move, stay there and do as you are told’. Brunette “Succubi are really elastic.” Justina smiled, hooking her left foot behind her head, and over her right shoulder. I won with flying colours as he said but I think he is just great as I'm, well not now that I've fucked my mom. In group this case, the vowel rule doesn’t apply, like in “there”. Laura was shorter than either of us in the water. “I will please you again …?” I saw, in the sluttiest voice I can make, "I want you. “it’s your wife”