She called him “sir,” and he stirred and sucked breath again and flashed her a look she could not understand with his unreadable eyes. “One—no names. Two—the mask remains on at all times. Three—what happens here stays here and four—the golden one—you do not speak about this place outside of these walls. The blowjob people at this party are absolute. This society is omnipresent. There are ears everywhere. If you break one of these conventions they will know and when they know—” He left the implication hanging. “I won’t tell,” Abby told him softly. “Have you heard of ‘The Man’”? His eyes bore into hers but all she could think about was the song. (Left a good job in the city / Workin' for the man ev'ry night and day / And I never lost one minute of sleepin' / Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been / Big wheel keep on turnin' / Proud Mary keep on burnin'.) She wondered why John Fogerty sang burnin’ the way he did – booynin. The Libertine laughed again as if reading her mind. “Well ‘The Man’ works for me,” he said and it precluded any further comment. “Come—” The Libertine led Abby deeper into this place—to each darker and darker room—where every extension of desire asian was played out. In one room a man with a sheep’s head lay on the floor as a woman in a laced mask japanese defecated onto his naked body. In the corner a powerful black man built like a deity licked the cunt of one girl while fucking a second in the mouth and while his asshole was being licked by a third. Another man cried out in lust as a beautiful and slender woman straddled him before urinating down onto him and then when she was done he took her from behind over a wooden table. A man with a shark’s head had his beshitted ass licked by a girl tied up with restraints. A girl with a gold leaf over her face fucked a man in the ass with a large gold strap on. In one of the adjacent rooms linked by a doorless archway a man hung from a ceiling, his amateur body wriggling against gravity and his face purple under his dark mask from the noose around his neck, while with his free hand he brought himself to orgasm all Hardcore over two females who where cheering him on viciously and pleasuring themselves from his suffocation. It was in this room that Abby said she felt feint, and indeed the smell was nauseous to say the least, and The Libertine led her out into a room where a man with a white mask crying blood tears railed a slender young girl, (whose breasts were flat against a glass table and who had a choker around her neck attached to a rod that this man held), repeatedly in her tight sphincter so that her cries mixed with a gargle in her throat and became one monotonous drone. Seven men sat at a table watching with drinks and canapés and they said things like ‘harder’ and ‘more’ and they applauded as if it was a show on Broadway. These men wore gold-laced robes and their masks were all the same with plain gold colouring. They watched appraisingly and without inflection as two girls were frigged in front of their very eyes by a big man in a jester’s mask. They would applaud when it was finished. I ached to masturbate. It’s the best exercise I’ve ever done…believe me!” I did. This was all exciting fun for them. She sucked hard on my girl-dick. After a few minutes she moved on top of me. My erection was “trapped” between us. A slow grim smile emerged on the boy's face. He wiped his eyes again. Her head snapped back, and she writhed on my pulsing prick like a asian stuck pig, humming steadily through her tightly closed lips. I just stared at Brandon, japanese bearing myself openly to him, hoping that he could forgive me. I wasn’t sure if I could forgive myself, but then again, I wasn’t sure if I needed to. Deal with it, make it work Hardcore for you." And you really are a stunning beauty. amateur I grabbed both, handed Kelly one blowjob and began to dry with the other.