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  • He wore slacks and a red buttoned-down shirt, the bottom of which was no longer tucked in. He had taken off his belt and his shoes as well. But instead of exuding relaxation and a sense of being content to be home, there was disappointment. Anger. "Where were you, bitch?" "Please forgive this slave," Kitana said meekly. She didn't bother offering an excuse. It would only earn her shoes more punishment. "Go into the living room." The girl did as her Master commanded. He watched her shapely ass sway and enjoyed the sight of her pink pussy beckoning to his cock as the girl crawled on all fours into the living room. Then she knelt, waiting for his next command. Master walked up and placed a hand gently on her head. He stroked her hair with deceptive tenderness. She gulped as he pointed towards the basement door. Now she knew just how deep his displeasure ran. "Crawl down into the Dungeon, you disobedient cunt. It's punishment time." "Yes, Master." Kitana did as she was told. Soon she found herself on a carpeted floor in a windowless basement stretching 24 by 24 feet. A tall, bright red grandma phallus extended from a 'saddle' of sorts, set in the middle of the floor. The entire length of the cock had a granny ribbing to provide maximum stimulation. At the base of the aged enormous cock, oldy life-like testicles made from resin completed the picture. She stared at the cock with a mixture of anticipation and dread. "UH!" She gasped as Master seemed to appear out of nowhere, roughly cupping and squeezing her breasts with his hands before snapping her wrists together in front of her with a pair of dark leather european handcuffs. "Mount the punishment cock," he said gruffly. Kitana looked up at Master, searching for any signs of softness or mercy in those eyes. No…they were just hard, flinty orbs. With fear she straddled the awful 'saddle' and that tall, red prick. She felt her labia brush along the sides of its bulbous head. I wasn't one of his sex slaves. Since this post-event gathering was a leadership meeting of the clan and I was hired help, I wasn’t sure which protocol to follow. I heard and recognized the familiar humming sound, and saw grandma shoes that her slender fingertips were bathed in a bluish glow of light. I came from her. Love it, so good. "He makes it sound like I'm going to be having a gangbang here. Kit began thrusting as the warm bath water continued to rise, over their bodies. After watching the next wrestler he would meet, the mother, brother and sister went for dinner then returned to the hotel. He nodded. I started to lift the side of my skirt up but he said, “No, aged take it off.” Before I took her in, Sonja had been abused and neglected, and probably spent european most of her winter nights sleeping out in the cold. He got up and pushed Prema roughly on her back, parted her thighs and oldy buried his cock in her cunt in one movement. She told him she had showered after he left and then masturbated most granny of the evening. I’m Scared, Daddy! “I’ve never met a group of people more willing to sacrifice themselves to protect each other. [I told you I'd kill him my way, stay out of this or I might start hunting you!] I know he’s going to kill me, I just don’t know when.” “Do it. James right hand moved down worked at getting Junes short off. I’m bushed.” Which was in fact a lie. Now it was Tony's turn to have tears in his eyes.