“Not just physical pain, mind you, but emotional pain as well.” I lifted myself on my own accord now, and Lucy smirked at me, “Come on, Daniel,” Lucy said as I rose, “let’s see the devil in you. I know it’s there. I know what you want to do to your precious little sister.” “Do it to me, Daniel.” I said, looking at him from over my shoulder as my exhausted rim loosely grasped their joined tips, asian “Practice on me, and we’ll take her together.” That pushed him over. I saw his eyes grow cold, and his confusion fade away. There was only determination now, a ruthlessness that made me shudder with both fear and desire. Lucy eased her hands off his, and rested hers upon my spread thighs. Daniel watched me as he snaked one hand along my waist, and dangled the fingers between my legs. With the other hand, he grabbed my leash. I smiled at him, hopeful and beaming with pride. He wrapped his hand with the leash, yanked my head back, pinched my engorged clit, and torqued. I cried out, the pain racing through my limbs, washing through my body like a relief. My legs gave out, and I dropped. Their dual cocks ravaged my depths, opening my inner resistances and bulging in my colon. I screamed again, the sound strangled by the pull of the leash, the collar digging deliciously into my neck. I tried to close my legs around the agonizing pain Daniel delivered to my clit, but Lucy held them firmly open, leaving me exposed. They thrusted as one, pushing me up between them, their movements accelerating. I rose and fell, my strangulation a constant through it all, my neck striated as Daniel wrapped more and more of japan the leash around his hand. Soon, I was squeaking my pain and pleasure, my vision blurring, only the sensations keeping me in the moment. The sharp burn of my tortured clitoris, the deep defilement of my anal abuse, the stretching ecstasy of my penetration, and the growing pressure above my throat. Through it all, the pleasure built, and built. Daniel locked his knees between my legs, forcing them wide so that Lucy could torment my breasts. She pinched each nipple by the piercing, and torqued the domes to spirals of exotic fat. I croaked through my narrowed windpipe, each stimulation accentuated by my nearness to unconsciousness. Rivulets of sweat dripped oriental between my pinched shoulders, rolled between my clapping glutes, and saturated the ruby ruin of my shithole. The pleasure rose, my mind becoming not but flashing images of japanese crimson flesh, golden eyes and a black corset. I felt a pair of lips against mine, and I opened them to the invitation of a slithering forked tongue. She kissed me, my master did, kissed me as she ravaged me, as she made my son do the same. I loved her for it, loved her for this moment. My hips began to undulate through their thrusting and the dropping of my pelvis, a sensual dance that moved expertly to the rhythm of my abuse. I was wholly me, a slave and a victim, and I knew the samba of my part. Lucy played hers to perfection, and though Daniel was still unrefined and boorish with his newfound sadism, I could tell he was learning fast. Lucy pulled from the kiss, smiling lovingly into my eyes. Then she slapped me, her open palm meeting one cheek, then the back of her hand meeting the other. Again and again, my head was whipped from side to side, my senses were forced into clarity, combating the dulling effect of my asphyxiation. I yelped soundlessly, my muscles clenching with each blow, my insides seizing around their members, but the languorous rock of my hips never ceasing, for it was automatic. The pleasure built past the point of no return, a churning in my bowels, a fire in my clit, an empty ache in my nethers, all culminating together to rage deep within me. The feeling ballooned, causing me to thrash and buck, the rock of my hips becoming violent. Daniel held my torso stretched, the collar sinking into my neck, turning my face into a purple mask of leaking spit and bulging eyes. Those eyes rolled back now, consciousness teetering on the edge, walking the line where ecstasy tortured me. I screeched soundlessly to the void, my legs trembling, my hands wringing, my back arching to painful concavity. “Fill the bitch’s cunt!” I heard Lucy scream from somewhere. But, he couldn’t. He would never hurt his little princess. Katie, unable oriental to support both their weights gritted her teeth as she thought quickly, her arms moving up under his shoulders, hands gripping him tight as she slowly sank them both to their knees, his exotic face still resting against the wall, his body jerking and bouncing against the tiles as she never let herself relent, continuing her thrusts, her own breathes increasingly ragged and desperate as she knelt behind him. "We're puppets of a hire power japanese my friend." “But I am your Mommy,” I said, sauntering naked to him now. “GET OUT! I’ve waited to long not to enjoy this.” I responded with” I think your pretty although I am a virgin I think most guys would kill to fuck you.” After that statement or confession, her eye lit up and asked me why was I asian still a virgin. I didn’t know this girl, in fact, I knew almost nothing about her. “Thank you, Mother.” Patricia hissed as she leaned her head back to accept Yavara’s kiss. The only thing she said was, "You like that don't you". “You don't know what you're doing!” japan "That's fine, thank you."