Please no more!" she sobbed. He looked down, his cock stiff and hard. "Look at that, slut. Your sweet screaming got my cock hard all over again. You should be proud." He put the whip down and rubbed his hands together. "Now let's get you and your hot little girlfriend inside our 'Dungeon House' so that the real fun can begin." Dungeon House? Stacey didn't even want to think about what asian that meant. Oh god. She watched like a helpless deer in headlights as Gary picked up a semi-conscious Bianca, lifting her effortlessly in his arms. Then Max came to the back of the van and grasped Stacey by her wavy blonde hair, yanking her to her feet. "Come on, bitch. Move!" Stacey looked over at her semi-conscious friend, wondering if they would ever get out of this alive, Nylon as the two brutal men led them to a dilapidated-looking old house, three stories of peeling paint. The place looked abandoned, at least from the outside. Maybe that was by design. On the inside, it was another story. Someone had gone to a lot of trouble to set up a carefully atmospheric japanese interior. In the main living room two big, sumptuous beds were set up. Lit candles on a side table bathed Hardcore the room in a kind of eerie light. Bianca finally came to as Master Gary set her down on the bed with red sheets. The third was Rosemarie Blum. If Nylon you violate this there will be no excuses accepted. I japanese made it clear that I expected it to be a regular thing. Sharon took the headset from Jenkins, "Weatherfield Pedo Supplies," she said, "Yes sir, everything for the discerning Pedophile," she paused, "Barbed wire sir, I don't know, I'll have to ask, did you say blue sir?" Orgasm by Agreement or Direction. “Yes, I’m fucking serious! I’ll be adding on more punishment points.” Rachel, started to panic, it wasn’t long until they would be home. She was now leaning far off the ledge, staring down at her potential end, only supported by her heels and her arms, which he held firmly. I needed to cum. “It’s so weird though, how different they are from Betty,” I said. Peggy stroked it and squeezed it. The spasms rose to an uncontrollable frenzy, their charged contractions crippling me, turning me into asian a ragdoll that could only scream, and scream, and scream. That face was contorted in strain and pleasure as my index fingers slowly stirred her puckered green anus, the digit becoming wet with what was drooling down her taint. I Hardcore didn't know, didn't care, who plunged their digits in and out of my cunt. "No, did it bother you?