Her cross pendant swung before Magda’s eyes as she bent over her. “You wear the Yellow Sign” Magda gasped as she made out the curious symbol at its centre, picked out in sapphires. A faraway look came into Alexandra’s eyes. “I had it from his own hand” she said, “and it is mounted on a crucifix”. There was a shared moment of silence before she collected herself. “Your hair is so beautiful” she said, taking ivory combs from the bag. She piled the shimmering, copper curls on top of Magda’s head to bare her neck and shoulders then poured a pool of scented oil into the palm of her japanese hand. She sighed and chewed her lip as Alexandra’s hands ranged over her shoulders, arms and breasts, working the oil and blood evenly into her smooth flesh with exquisite tenderness. Lingering over the erect nipples, Alexandra leant forward and brushed her lips up Magda’s throat to breathe in her ear “There are scourges of stiffened, knotted leather, long bullwhips and flails tipped with steel hooks – razor sharp”. She closed her eyes, purring while Alexandra rubbed the whole flask of oil from the nape of her neck to the tips of her toes, rolling the yielding body over to knead her buttocks and crotch, making her inner thighs slippery with a mixture of oil and her own juices. Alexandra pressed her lips against Magda’s all the while, breathing into her panting mouth and licking at the tip of her tongue. At last her whole body shone slick and glossy. Magda moaned deeply, desperately bucking her anal groin against the soft fingers japan stroking oil into her clit and Alexandra took cumshot her lower lip between sharp, white teeth to tease at it wickedly for a toilet moment before kissing her deeply and passionately. Breaking away she took Magda’s hands and led her from the floor over to the centre of the hall where a pair of iron manacles hung by great loops of chain from the rafters; Magda locked her own wrists into place – already at the perfect height – while Alexandra knelt solicitously to secure her ankles to a spreading-bar. Magda stood tip-toed, limbs outspread, her round breasts thrusting forward with every breath she took. Stepping back, also panting and wide-eyed with arousal, Alexandra brushed Magda’s auburn hair away from her face. “She is ready” she called out. Taking three steps backwards she stood with her hands behind her head and her legs apart, waiting for further orders. Dmitri led the men into the hall, his mouth and beard drenched with blood. They were all naked now - red-handed and spattered with gore - and they went straight to the whips. Running a plaited single-tail over his hand thoughtfully Dmitri spoke without looking up. “Bring vodka and ice”. Alexandra ran to fetch them. Andrei selected a long willow switch and chopped it through the air, making a fearsome swish. The others looked around briefly before turning back to the choice of implements before them but he cut the air again, more viciously, and started towards Magda. She groaned. Andrei traced the line of her jaw with his strong fingers then seized her face and stared into her eyes. She held his gaze but let her long lashes fall and moaned again, low in her throat, when he flicked the end of the switch across her aching nipples, first one then the other. “Look at me!” he hissed. Her eyes followed him as he moved back and to the side, giving himself room to swing. She licked her lips. He sliced the switch through the air again and then turned to the others. “Shall we wait for the vodka?” he asked. Dmitri had set the whip aside and was holding a bundle of birches up to the light, turning it back and forth. He shrugged his massive shoulders. “As you will” he said casually. Without warning, Andrei span around and brought a metre of wickedly supple willow whistling into Magda’s inner thigh. She had barely time to gasp before the switch described a fine figure-of-eight and cut into her other thigh at the same height, with the same devastating force. She jumped and sat on the couch and added "I just want to have all the fun japanese with you, I know I could have cheated on with so many people I knew since that fucking dick less idiot left but I didn't because I wanted us to have a thing someday" “You shouldn't,” she said, holding me so tight. I saw your girlfriend's shoes by the door and when I entered the room I could smell her sex. Jill's hole wasn't virginal like Mark's as they'd done anal a couple of times, but she wasn't a fan of it at all. He was staring at Sarah’s chest as she reached down into the cart. Just then my mother-in-law walked up to hug me for at least the fourth time. As Abby was being encouraged to provide constant tongue relief to her best friend . . . Josh walked around to where she was sitting and spun her chair to face him. anal “Well, Justin?” I asked as the sliding japan door the van opened and a workman toilet in gray jumpsuit stepped out. She had a C-section cumshot scar above her crouch, “at least her pussy will be tight.” I thought to myself She had her eyes down casted, she was blushing and quite nervous which turned me on even more. I glanced at her but wasn’t about to die in a toxic cloud just to ask her what she wanted so I ignored her while my buddy DeathDealer lobbed nuclear hand grenades through a time warp bubble. Oohh fuck yes. I feel nothing but shame right now.