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Vasiliki strode into The Greek’s art deco villa like a conqueror; she covered the fierce, abandoned excitement she had betrayed during their dalliance with her usual composed coolness. Milena followed meekly behind, as her defeated and naked victim, but she could not suppress an intense moan at the scene which greeted them. The walls, floor and ceiling were all pure white against which two items stood out starkly – a stainless-steel guillotine and an oaken block, against which leant an antique doppelhänder sword. As they drew closer Vasiliki was startled by a click and japanese whirr from above them and she jerked her head around to see a closed-circuit television camera suspended from the ceiling which had begun to track their movement. She turned back to Milena, arching one perfect eyebrow. “It seems there is a choice” she said, her voice echoing around the bare chamber. Milena regarded her silently, her nude body whipped and welted and her eyes blazing. “Which one scares you? Which excites you”? “I cannot” Milena stammered pitifully. A tear formed in the corner of one blue eye and her lip trembled. “It doesn’t matter what I want” she murmured. Vasiliki stepped closer. There was an air of wild exuberance about her, a barely restrained ferocity, as she closed her fist around a handful of blonde tresses and pulled their faces close together. “But I wish to know what you babe want” she spat. Milena swallowed hard to collect herself and met Vasiliki’s passion with profound submission, surrendering to her executioner’s embrace. “I want only to be butchered” she pronounced. “I want it as much as you do”. “As much as I do” Vasiliki muttered under her breath, trailing her fingertips down the soft flesh of Milena’s throat. “Then help me to decide” she went on, pressing her hip into the warmth of Milena’s groin and wrapping long arms around her. For many minutes, they remained like that, the air filled stockings with the sound of fingers churning wetly and soft, breathy moans. The shadows lengthened. Vasiliki licked the nape of Milena’s neck and then abruptly dragged her down to her knees by the hair. “Thank you, thank you” she breathed, over and over, as she crawled on her belly to the block. Bracing her knees well apart she dipped her head to rain kisses over the darks stains and notches on the oak, then bent forward to settle her head and shoulders into position, gazing up adoringly from that position of ultimate surrender. She arched her back and rolled her hips slowly. Vasiliki turned away and ran an exploratory fingertip over the blade of the great sword. “Very sharp” she said, smiling, as she took a firm grip of the hilt and lifted it to waist height. It glinted in ass the golden light of the setting sun. “And yet, surprisingly light”. With this, she ran the blade gently along Milena’s spine from her bare neck to the swell of her hips and then, with a flick of her wrists, slapped her round arse with the asian flat of the blade. There was a yelp of surprise. “Ach, yes!” Milena exclaimed, rolling her hips in invitation as a broad, pink stripe blushed across her buttocks. “You crave the pain” – it was not really a question. She let the sword rest on the small of her victim’s back. “But what else? Oblivion”? “No. Not that” Milena’s voice was low and husky. Harder!...HARDER!...FUCK ME, SENSELESS!" I got over it though. No one under the age of fourteen in this story stockings has sex. She was cursing and swearing at Jon when we got into the room and he switched it off. I let the smoke drizzle out my mouth and suck it up through my nose. I described, asian ‘Master’ and he frowned. “Well, can you see it?” Cindy asked again, wiggling her ass and bending even lower. heard the clicking of high heels against the floor and started to shake that was never a ass good sound. His sheath looked much bigger than Zeus' or Thor's did. I'm sure my eyes shot open while I tried to process her words. She turned and smiled at me. Sweet and beaming, but there was something off about it. Darlene gave him a look and used his hair to refocus him on her needs. I started with her neck, then her boobs and, as I kissed past her navel, she said “no oral”. A digit ran down my spine. � � � I told them both to be here at 7 o'clock. After a couple of minutes he said “OK, sounds good” and hung up the phone. That’s my girl. "I get it , but I don't get it." He was rubbing it inside my pants. I can see her friend Julie is enjoying watching me receive and enjoy a very good blow job. Let me japanese know if you’re not, we can stop if babe need be.” “What me! I’m just, little Laura, the others are always taking the mick out of me, because of how young I look.” Fear shot through me. My secret was about to be exposed.