His jeans rode low on his narrow hips and his feet were bare. As Angela watched him, Jack ran his hand through his sleep-tousled hair. ‘Good morning... So everything that happened wasn’t a dream?’ Angela walked to the coffee maker, reaching above her head, she took out two mugs and poured the exotically bitter liquid. Looking over his shoulder at Angela, ‘Morning, and no, it wasn’t a dream.’ he noted both bruises were darker and a little more noticeable. ‘How do you feel? Are you willing to take. Make my clitty hard and red. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.? All the time she was doing this Missy was crying and sobbing. Her body had taken over, making her say these terrible things, but her mind told her over and over that it was wrong, to resist. And then it got worse. Anne-Marie pulled the clamps from her nipples. Edna pulled the dildo out of her. They untied her, and left her gasping, her vagina gaping open, her hips moving up and down, searching for stimulation. . More

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