Helen wondered what would come next but was pretty certain she could guess. She was right. Someone behind her swung a whip and it impacted hard against her back. This was no gentle lover’s teasing, this was hard and this was vicious and the whip itself had hard thick leather thongs. She teen knew that whip well, she had chosen it to bring along deliberately. A second blow struck her back and Helen grunted again. A third and Helen breathed out the breath she was unknowingly holding. She had closed her eyes and the next blow thus came as a surprise as it lashed across her teens stomach. The two then alternated, a blow from behind, then one in front, then both hitting together. The second whip was slightly softer than the first but stung even more and marked even more, another of Helen’s toys from the bag. The whips would mark but not cut, which is why Helen had chosen these two, and they whipped her for ten, perhaps fifteen minutes. Towards the end of the whipping one of the women took the whip and Helen’s grunts at each blow turned to genuine screams as attention was focused by this particular sadist on Helen’s nipples, then the inside of her thighs and finally on her sex. Eventually the whipping eased and then stopped and Helen knew that somewhere during that ordeal she had climaxed at least twice, no one had noticed, no one had cared. When they had finished Helen simply hung limp and was again aware that everyone was standing back from her. Just looking… She knew from experience with homemade mirrored rooms what her body looked like now; she had seen herself after an experience like that. From shoulders to knees she was covered in dark red welts, some will have bruised, asian especially those on her thigh and breasts, her buttocks were already badly bruised and now almost certainly had one or two lines of thin blood just below the surface. Her sex was red and burning, the lips puffy from and unaccustomed abuse and torture. Helen heard the conspiratorial whispering again and then a woman’s voice “and then we must be off.” She heard a match strike in the quietness of the room and smelt a cigar as Richard came around in front of her; he looked straight at her with cold, icy eyes. She saw he give some sort of signal with his right hand and felt the chain lengthening and let herself relax until she was kneeling on the floor, hands on her knees, sitting on her ankles. A man stepped in front of her and pulled her head back. He forced himself into her mouth and simply fucked her throat. Helen was almost too exhausted to help and it lasted longer than it would otherwise have done but when he came it was directly into her throat and down into her stomach. Then he pulled back slightly and stayed just inside her mouth as he began to soften. He started to pee and Helen was forced to swallow the bitter, vile liquid; they had all been drinking alcohol and pee from alcohol always tasted worse. She swallowed all she could but knew that a lot was spilling from her mouth. The flow eased off and finally stopped as the man came from her mouth and shook the last drops onto her face. Before Helen could relax however he was almost immediately replaced by the woman who stood with her legs either side of Helen’s forced back head, and hitched up her dress. “Open up now little slut.” It was almost the first words anyone had spoken directly to her since she had entered the room. Helen was crying in abject humiliation as the woman released a long hard spray of urine into Helen’s mouth and over her face and hair. Unavoidably, knowing her own sexual preferences, Helen could feel japanese the wetness of excitement rising between her legs. When the woman eventually finished Helen’s face and hair was soaked and she was forced to lick the last drops from her cunt. The woman then simply dropped her dress hem and stepped away. Helen watched as the couple hugged and said goodnight to their host. No-one else seemed to want Helen as a urinal so she was hoisted back to her hanging position and whipped between her legs by Richard for a few minutes, but it was half-hearted, he was getting tired of the toy as was everyone else. The others had returned to their chairs. That one made teen my knees buckle and I felt the strong, sure arms of Mr. Franklin around me. He eased me around to the side of the car as I stumbled on shaky and weak legs. Hot sucks echoed and Aingeal moaned, her butt-cheeks squeezing about my face. probably her daughter. Staci had her eyes closed in concentration as she moved, focusing on her homemade hip movements to suppress her building climax. “Aren’t you the sick one?” I thrust erratically as my breathe was restricted by the exertion of our coupling. I was good at that. I was sure I sensed a bit of disappointment as I did so but she had obviously no idea of what I was about to do. “Oh no, you’re gonna make me…” “No…but I have seen you around the hospital when I rotate to day shift.” He smiles and then leans in and whispers, “How could I not notice such a strikingly beautiful woman such as you.” Then it wasn’t just light. "She can't see all the drugs we do." “Hi Scott. Emily stilled on her husband's cock. teens That was such a beautiful thing. She had just divorced her husband, who was a director, and I was at the right place, at the right time. As he reached again for the paddle, peppering Mary's ass with spanks along with some verbal abuse for good measure. At this point, he is starting to grasp that there was no wet dream finally. “Because she visited Diamond’s garden,” and now Justina was walking beside her mother, “because she took what she found there, and brought it back with her.” So far, she hadn't gotten in trouble. “Might as well, don’t think I’m drivin home for a while.” I know it. She began to reach her peak quickly, soon she couldn’t kiss any more and she held her hands on the side of my neck tightly and began to ride me hard. “You don't need to hide your beauty,” I told her. He saw her tense up. Felicity held her tighter and kissed her again lingering asian after the japanese kiss with just their lips touching gently in the way that only girls can kiss each other my wife held her best friend and told her that she just had to stay with us until the job was finished and they could move back into their house.