“His heart expired indeed, lashed to the wheel of life with his member buried in a naked whore’s backside as two other whores revolved it.” I explained. “No it cannot be!” she protested. “Oh yes, we frequented the same club,” I explained, “And enjoyed the same pleasures, whores leashed and bound and tightly corseted, young girls as fresh and innocent as young Aveline. That is as fresh as she when they arrived, after a few weeks they would do anyhing a man could desire.” “You have a strange imagination John,” Emily declared, “But yes I knew of his whore chasing and yes I held him away, but not before he betrayed me with the whores.” “So you knew?” I queried, “Yet you would abandon Aveline to a life of sating my perversions?” “No, I would assume you would sate those needs elsewhere.” she admitted. “Then I am sorry to have to disabuse you of those notions,” I explained, “I think it might be prudent to show you my play room, I had intended to invite young maids from the village but with a willing young wife perhaps she should be able to sate my needs, see for yourself the depravation you seek to consign your daughter to.” “You jest,” she challenged. “If it will assist your deliberations I shall show you," I suggested, “The chap I bought this from was quite the connisseur of depravation, I own the play room he left me is the equal of any to be found in France or Spain," I pointed at the door, “ it is through there.” I went to the door and opened it for her to see. The “Play room” as I called it was down a short corridor with a short flight of stairs downward but the far door was open and light flooded into the far room by the skylight so it was not in the least intimidating. “Do you see?” I explained, japanese “The light comes from the tower above, it is hollow to the glazed ceiling.” “Most peculiar,” she agreed, but she followed as I led her down and along the corridor. “Voila! as the frenchies have it,” I laughed as I led her into the tower playroom. The entire inside of the hollow stone tower was whitewashed and reflected the light downwards with little diminuition. It was and is twenty feet clear at the base almost circular on two sides but squared massage on two more where the door came in and the side at right anges where a wheel was situate. She trod uneasily on the thick carpets as she loked round at the copious polished metal chains, leather straps and other paraphernalia hooked to the lower walls. Whips fetish and paddles, hand cuffs, swords, chains in great profusion, a scolds bridle, asian chastity belts, various appliances sat upon the work bench to one side. Chains hung from the great oak beam set across the middle of the tower around twenty feet I would say from the stone floor, for which a double ladder rested against the wall. Chans not merely for the huge candelabra for lighting the room after sun down but many spare stout chains each easily able to take the weight of a man or more likely a woman. On a curved wall a crucifix, full size though with straps not nails for attachment. On the floor stocks, in two sizes, one large for wide spread legs, one small for closed legs. A wheel took pride of place on the squared wall. Over seven feet in diameter, made by a mill wright and like a mill wheel, except it had adjustable brackets and attachment points for chains. Its shaft speared the wall of the room and a huge break lever stood proud locking it from turning. “That was how William met his demise,” I explained with a gesture towards the great wheel, “With a whore.” “Really, I had no inclination to know.” she declared, “Did it spin him senseless?” “No, it cannot spin,” I explained, “Actually it merely revolves to the inverse position leaving one inverted, or as the case may be as some other angle.” She stepped nearer looking at it closely. “There is a headrest,” I pointed to the leather covered cup shaped object at the top of the wheel, “The human head and neck can readily support body weight crushing it though not body weight hanging from it!” I laughed. “And you invert people?” she queried. “Indeed, hands strapped here and here,” I pointed out the wide soft leather hand straps, “And feet restrained and one can invert it most easily, provided one judges the weight and build of the person.” She stood transfixed. “For your size I should set the foot step and about there,” I explained as I adjusted the aforesaid step and locked it in position. “Like this?” she asked japan and she stepped up on it. “No facing out, turn round,” I explained. Just sitting there waiting. We were not going to take a honeymoon, because we didn't have tons of money at the time. Amber grabs my hand and Natalie grabs the other and I look at her inquisitively. John and I looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders, and headed back to the house. It was impossible to extract the invader – it was way too deep and it could result in more problems coming from the japanese captain's nesting cave, not worthy of any other function any more. Realizing there is a paper bag on the bed. "Look it's one of the wolves!" one man cried suddenly. My futa-mother knew me so well. “Yeah, it was a little weird,” japan Dona said. Maybe if she just… Rosalyn got up fetish early in the morning to get dressed, her ample bosom, narrow waist and broad hips clad in massage a simple pair of jeans and a green t-shirt. But don’t use your hands. I knew it would be to me like we did yesterday. I mean... ‘We’re getting ready to start the next round,” I said as I put my arm around Lissa. To work on her skills as an Archer. I agreed under the condition that I got to do the same to him. I silently gagged on asian the smell, which was violently attacking my senses. I could not wait to see them: I hooked my fingers under her bra between her breasts and in a movement I pulled her bra broken: I saw two perfect shaped boobs a little after moving. John shook his head, smiled and started to compose the email with her naked photo. For, the first time, I didn’t want to have sex. She felt her teacher’s body flinch. The forest was thick with underbrush. We’ll have coffee on the terrace, son.” Sheen Aunty smiled wide and patted my cheek before walking out of the living room. I had to edit this woman so she wanted to have sex in public. “Oh baby, fuck me” I kept sucking “ Fuck me, fuck me, get on top of me and fuck my pussy” I kept sucking “Baby, please fuck mommy, fuck mommy like a whore, pound mommies pussy fuck me, baby fuck me. “If you're going to stuff your cock up my bum,” Lisa said, “You might start by kissing me.” After finishing with the fish I started the fire in the fire pit. Needless to say, once Lisa let go of his hand, Bill was more than happy to leave his hand down between Lisa's legs. The blond patrolwoman answered sarcastically, "Were you being professional by breaking the speed limit, Ms. Smits? "DAMMIT! This caused her to immediately spring to her feet a wide smile on her face. "That's right mother. “How many times do you think we will do this? She saw a drop of liquid appear at the little slit. Kimmie, while rubbing her hands tightly, visibly nervous said, “I’m soooo sorry Mr. and Mrs. Lincoln. We’re only five years apart, I just thought it’d be cool. I love it!” Then of course, was his spunk.