Carissa’s eyes flickered hopefully to the side when she glimpsed a tan strip of leather before realising that it was only the razor-strop; she bowed her head obediently for it to be shaved clean. “Dmitri told me that you had no master asian before him” Janika said, applying the blade. “Only my Vasso. My lover. But she whored me out to men”. The razor swept up from her neck to the crown of her head in easy strokes while she spoke. “I was given to them to be abused, but I always belonged to Vasiliki”. A faraway look came into her eyes, and a blush rose on her cheeks. “When she brought me to the illegal cinema behind Independence Street she would have me strip naked and order me to suck and frig all the men there. But there were always rubber plugs inside me, trapped by a tight leather thong. I would be weeping with frustration by the time she deigned to remove them and flog me to ecstasy”. “And now?” Janika prompted as she shaved from the temples, smearing a scented lotion over the denuded scalp as she worked. “Do you belong to Dmitri, or is your life a gift to him from your lover”? “It is…” she began, then paused. “I don’t…but I am only meat”. Janika lay down the razor, rubbed a hot towel over Carissa’s smooth head and came to stand before her. “You are a sister of the order” she reminded her, then reached down to take her nipples in the fingers of both hands. With her right, she caressed with infinite tenderness while with the left she gripped hard and twisted. Carissa bared her teeth in a grimace of shock and pain, but her throaty groan betrayed her body’s response to the stimulation. Janika smiled into her eyes then dipped her head to brush soft lips down Carissa’s white throat and over her chest to bite hard on the breast she had been stroking gently. An anguished cry echoed around the tiled walls. “I belong to everybody” Carissa blurted the words to her own surprise and looked to Janika for approval. She nodded, satisfied, and reached into the basket beside them to retrieve two gold hoop-earrings, about ten centimetres in diameter, identical to the ones that hung from her own breasts. Snapping them open she positioned the ends over the now erect and throbbing nipples. Carissa’s bosom heaved twice, three times, and then she drew a deep breath and arched her back, willing herself to hold still. Janika held her gaze for an eternity before pushing the ends deftly and firmly through her dark pink flesh to mount the rings in place, grinning at the wail of agony this japanese provoked. “Do you realise that you can never wear clothes again – unless perhaps those rings are torn away?” she remarked lightly as she rummaged again in her basket. Tears streamed down Carissa’s cheeks, but her pierced nipples were stiff and erect, and she chewed at her lip to contain her excitement. Carefully, Janika opened a small vial of ochre ink and emptied it into a white, porcelain saucer which she set down amateur on the steel trolley cart beside her prisoner. “I had no-one” she said conversationally as she repeated the process with other amber and gold pigments. “Even before I found the Yellow Sign, I think I knew that teen I had to belong to anyone who wanted me”. She turned to Carissa with a light laugh “I was an adventuress - a wanton”. Then she frowned in concentration as she wrapped black ribbon tightly around the tattoo needles, fastening them to the bamboo grip. Carissa’s eyes widened as she realised that she was about to be marked by the painful, Thai method - and the significance of her open-legged position dawned on her. She wet her lips when Janika set a small leather cushion sexy on the floor between her feet and knelt at her crotch. “Don’t worry” she said, aiming the vicious needles at her exposed pubic mound “I have branded this design on so many women since I joined the Order of Anna Darvulia. “Looks like we are supposed to remain naked all night,” Charlotte said. Nicole lifted her head yet again and gave me the sweetest and most genuine smile I ever saw her give me. “You make me amateur happy.” She softly muttered. “You know… you’re a lot heavier than you look,” she states. I swallowed as her tongue slipped out and wet her lips, the erect points of her nipples were now plainly visible since she had taken off her bra. After some breakfast we headed out to the pool and asian swam for a while and talked. "We gotta go teen sexy see my parents before we go to the beach!" Aarti purred like a kitten and her anger was doused in pleasure and lust. Could she feel his hardness? Right.” I resumed washing, never taking my eyes off of him, or his cock, which was standing up at a 45 degree angle from his body. My angel was so sexy, a busty version of Anael. "Sorry, husband, but he surprised me when I was distracted," the woman responded as the man grouping her had placed himself behind her and spread her pussy for the husband and Jenny to see. Sperm and blood dripped from her mouth japanese aswell as from her ass. Tom moaned while jerking his cock faster and faster.