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Maud’s ass was like a pressure cooker, steaming his hot sausage, now long and plump with the need to explode. Maud’s asshole was also burning with the yearning and she rubbed her swelled tool even harder, vigorously coaxing her own climax. She stared at him unblinkingly and his eyes were wide blue pools staring back at hers. He grunted with each hitch of their bodies and each drilling of his screw into her anchor. “Yes, Yes! Ugh, fill me up.” She squeezed his cock with her ass muscles and strummed her clit like a harp. Rod’s balls were bubbling but the anal pinch on his penis kept his sperms from swimming downstream. “Oh, God,” she howled, “I’m gonna come.” Rod felt the pressure on his cock lessen as she howled again and began her release.
I sat beside her removing the blindfold and ask how she felt about her first experience with bondage sex pain and pleasure. Angela was the first to come back down stairs and told us Mac would be down a little later so we all headed to our room. I did not think about my husband, but wondered what my daughter would think if she ever walked in on me like this and that just about pushed me over the top and my whole body spasmed, crushing the two cocks inside me which in themselves were pushed over the top and I felt both cocks harden further and them spew their hot liquid deep inside me, maybe seeking out my unprotected ovaries. Doyle (known to everyone as LD) looked at the chest. But I was saved from suffocation when at that moment, she began to orgasm, she did buck up and down, and I managed to grab a quick gasp of air.
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Outnumbered, I’m propelled within the place that’s been my target and the sum of my fears – the House of Roses. Immediately inside is a richly-furnished salon where women serve drinks and are available for selection by the clients. There are more men than women in here. A couple of the females are in the red wrap of Aghara-Penthay slaves, but most of them are naked. People of both sexes look at me speculatively as I move through the crowd – a blue wrap making me distinctive. From the back of the room we pass through to a hallway. Some of the doors to the bedrooms off this corridor are closed, but one open door gives me a disturbing view of a nude woman strapped facing an “X” shaped piece of furniture. Her back and buttocks, exposed to the room, are covered in a series of angry red stripes. I gasp – someone whipped that girl! What beast could do such a thing? I hope one day Gaianesia blasts this place into oblivion. Under the guidance of my entourage I descend a floor, and then a second, and after so much planning and humiliation, at last I reach the appointment with destiny that’s taken so much sacrifice to achieve. The room where I’m taken turns out to be two rooms. A plain dressing and storage room leads to the bedchamber itself - luxuriously furnished, floored with a thick pile carpet and all silks, dark woods and soft lighting. Luxury or not, it’s still a cross between a bordello and a torture chamber though. The heavy bed that fills most of the room has sets of shackles in its corners – leather straps fixed to heavy-looking chains, and their keys hanging from a hook above the bedhead. After the Mezzanine’s hard alloy floors, the thick carpet in here feels delightful under my bare feet and the cushioned walls, covered with a pale pink satin material, also looking soft. However in the back of my mind I know the comfort is an illusion - all this padding is probably to prevent screams escaping. This place of horrors, this torture chamber, sums up everything I detest about the Slavers, and I clench my fists at it. The hormones in unpacified men turn them into such sadists that they can consider what happens in rooms like this to be entertainment. Look, there’s even a couple of plush padded chairs been left here, angled for sitters to watch the scene on the bed. My elation at finally being here is suppressed by my escalating fear, for I can see Acheron’s minor divergence from the plan means our problems are beginning to snowball. The girl was supposed be waiting secure and helpless in those restraints, but it’s just me and my escorts. Where is Riyena? This is really bad news. While my Gaianesian markings are covered suitably to fool the men, Riyena will instantly recognize me as an identical copy of Gara, and what’s more she probably knows my sister has a twin. Besides, they knew that I was aware of what they were willing to spend or I wouldn’t have invited them to this party. Again he returned to earth and bid his mother goodnight. My hands both traveling very softly back up your legs, as I start to kiss the front of them, nibbling my way up them along with my fingers ever so lightly to almost a tickle I teased them. “What’s that, Sean?” It was going to be ok. “What’s going on?” “Me and Nicoleta agreed to create that story of blackmailing and so to discover why the girls exposed each other’s secret.”