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  • I learn from the Boss that four years ago his 19 years old daughter, Lydia was scooped up ass in a Task Force street sweep. I was not even sure I was involved in that particular sweep. The Boss claims that the ordeal she went through while in police custody was so traumatic, she committed suicide. Even after years of therapy, she was unable to come to grip with what had happened to her. The unfortunate part is she happens to be one of the truly innocent people in the wrong place at the wrong time. The Boss orders two mask men to untie Kelli and take her to her cumshot bedroom. He has two other mask men to fetish take my wife, Sally to her bedroom. The men are ordered not to harm either female unless approved to do so by the Boss. After the two women are taken from the den, I was stripped naked and duct taped to a wooden straight back chair. Each ankle was taped to a leg of the chair. My waist was duct taped to the back of the chair, firmly holding me in place and my hands are then bound down by my sides. I am secured in place with absolutely no freedom of movement. The Boss tells me that his daughter Lydia spent her first eight hours in a holding cell with seven street prostitutes. She was forced to lick every amateur one hardcore of the prostitutes to orgasm multiple times. When she cried japanese and begged them to let her stop, they punched and slapped her until she agreed to continue. - Maybe 3 or 4 times a year. They were licking and sucking and fucking each other. My tongue danced over her pussy lips, teasing japanese her. He didn’t want to go back to the old ways and fall into his old traps. Jacene did ask of Greg as to whether he had moved on to have another in his bed to take care of his intimate needs. Ahhhh!" "Fuck, Dev, I need you inside me." Kelly stifled a silly grin and felt the blood rush to her face. "What should I do to get ready?" Slowing his pace, he quickly removed his cock from me, leaving my hole gaping. When I finally reached her door, panting for air, I went hardcore inside, and the smell of pussy attacked my nostrils like a thick fog. “Because that’s totally how it works.” It’s out there, I mean I’ve never even had to service more than three guys at a party, although I seem to get serviced here quite a lot. She said I don’t know I have nothing to base it on, I said I think you are becoming self-aware. He had done it. He walked around the store and found a even smaller suit. It was nice, strange, it was hot, sweet and very tempting, the more I licked it the more amateur I liked it. “But then, it was like… a few weeks after ass the vote, after Nicole helped me fuck over everyone who voted me out, after Nicole and I boned God knows how many times… she just fucking turns on me. Great. I can do this.” But the sensation was more than fetish David could handle. I shuddered, such naughty ideas burning through my mind as I buried deep and hard into her bowels. Crossing through a second gate put us on what first seemed like another residential street. Kay accepts the offer for both of them. All I knew, was that I wanted to get in this girl’s panties. He quickly grabbed the garment from the floor, grateful to put it on again. I undo the carabiner from the track and raise the door, pushing the open button. They hung fishing weights on the hooks through her nipples threatening cumshot to tear them from er body, then on the labia hooks, she supported the nipple weights in her hands she reasoned she needed her tits and screamed as the weights on her labia distorted the flaps of flesh, they lifted the dropped each in turn tearing the flesh a little more each time causing the blood to trickle then flow and finally from the continued torture as they molested her again and again the hooks tore completely through the fleshy flaps her lips tore apart, she realised she could be bleeding to death.