“I had a feeling” Carissa replied, without looking up from her painstaking work on Pierre’s lower jaw. “She is too submissive to have trained the dogs so well on her own – she lets them dominate”. On the overhead screen, Róisín grovelled on her belly, seeking out puddles of spunk on the bottom sheet and lapping at them like an animal herself. The japan dogs paced around her aimlessly, occasionally venturing to lick her face and taste her mouth, until she patted each on the back to guide them down from the bed. Looking boldly into the lens, she perched on the edge of the mattress with her thighs spread and began to slap and grind at her clit. Two wet noses appeared expectantly between her legs and the camera zoomed in on her face and heaving bosom – there was definitely another person in the room. Her whole body began to tremble violently, she mouthed voiceless words and then, with a scream indistinguishable from her earlier cries of agony, she flung her ginger hair back and an abundant spray of juices gushed from her open cunt. The mastiffs drank enthusiastically and pressed forward as the fountain died away to a trickle, licking at her inner thighs and deep between her cunt lips while she melted joyously into the bed. “Look!” Janika exclaimed, and she reached for the control to pause the film. Pierre winked, and Carissa carefully and unhurriedly finished the incision she was working on before turning her eyes to the ceiling. A second woman had moved into frame. She wore jeans and a man’s shirt, her hair was long and tied back into a pony-tail, but she was very obviously Róisín’s identical twin. She dropped a towel onto her sister’s belly and turned to switch off the camera. GRIGORI The morning sun shone through the high, barred window of Yewubdar’s cell and lit her sleeping face, gently easing her into wakefulness. She stretched luxuriously and swung her legs over the side of the bed to slip her feet into satin mules, then sat for a amateur moment while she came to her senses. She had work to do in the laundry and the garden, she recalled. She would probably attend to one task in the morning and the other in the afternoon unless, she thought hopefully, someone wanted to abuse her, and she had to change her schedule to work around their whims. With this thought she left the room, wearing only her leather collar, her outsize nipple-rings gangbang and the golden tattoo on her pubic mound, and walked past the open doors of desolate cells to the washroom at the end of the corridor. Before long the men would begin to rise and would expect to find her there, kneeling demurely on the slate floor. They all wore surgical gloves now and did not have the full use of their fingers. Yewubdar would unfasten their pyjamas for them to relieve themselves over her face and into her mouth or over her throat and breasts. A round-headed brass hook was suspended over the drain cover by a length of chain; she raised it to her mouth to moisten it before reaching behind to press the end creampie into the winking bud of her arse. As she settled herself into position she smiled at the taut stiffness of her nipples and the musky aroma from her neglected cunt. She took a perverse pride in her utter subjection, in the thought that she could find a more intense pleasure from waiting alone in a lavatory than she had ever had from the most cruel and passionate of lovers. And yet, it only whetted her appetite for more. As always, her thoughts turned to the adventure which had brought her to her new life. Heads had turned when she met Therese in the café. Yewubdar was one of asian the very few black women in this part of the world – most international students and diplomats had left when the conflicts started – but both were so smart and glamorous as to attract attention in any company. They embraced and kissed before taking a secluded table by the back wall. “I love your dress” Yewubdar said after their coffees arrived, “it’s a different look for you”. Now he leaned towards her. Alicia beamed while Pam said, “Love you, Clint.” “I know Mom, I know.” She kept the ice against his jewels for another ten seconds, just to make sure. “Mmm, I know just what you need,” she said. At this point I was so excited that I was desperately trying to formulate some plan, some way. Her baby girl was having lesbian sex and both had wonderful orgasms. He licked and ate his daughter's ass to orgasm. I knew he had to be at the racing track at 10 am, so I woke up at 7 am and I started washing his clothes from the bag he brought home. “You bastard. When my uncle gets round – he will always check japan that I haven’t put my knickers back on after being at Grandpas. “I know that you will find it difficult to trust me,” she went on, in a soft brogue, “so I’m going to give you something utterly compromising”. I scowled at her as she grinned deviously, and I reluctantly pulled the gauze “dress” over my body. "Sure slut, just sit there and play with that slut cunt gangbang of yours till the halls clear." “Don’t worry about it.” He then gave Anthony a slight push. Just grind it up and slip it into her drink. Lucy had explained that this room was asian used for executive session and small group meetings while the Council’s open meetings were conducted in the large auditorium in the front of the building. She giggled, smashed out her cigarette, and creampie led me by the hand to the part of the lawn not lit by the yard light. “Do you want me to do it now?” Her feelings of elation were tempered by her dark secret. Slowly they sank onto the bed together. I then reached around and slapped her on the ear. I finished watching the first video and felt my cock was semi-erect. His sister began to suck on his dick, using her tongue to hit all the right spots while she also stroked what she couldn't amateur suck. Her expression softened, and the conqueror’s mask she’d dawned was shed for that of the compassionate queen. "Did you have plans with him?” I asked. The whole load went in her mouth. I pictured the scene we were in. A high school student in a sleezy motel with one of the married coaches. You have no idea how it feels just having you here." “This is the real Gwen, for better or worse. It cracked as it bounced from rock to rock, then splashed when it hit the water. Isn’t that what you’re doing? “I think it’s only right. “You must be special he usually rips or cuts our clothes off.” He took advantage and pushed his fat tongue past her lips. Michael pulled her towards him until her butt was literally hanging over the edge of the couch. She might have climaxed a second time when he took her from behind.