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The body has been grilled over open flames, although the head, feet and hands have been preserved from the heat. Gashes running from the ankles to the remains of the calves and from the small of the neck to surviving fragments of shoulder suggest a comprehensive laceration of the body before roasting using one or more flexible implements. Prints have been taken successfully from hands and feet and mouth swabs have yielded DNA evidence of the sperm of five separate, unknown men and of the vaginal and anal secretions of the deceased”. She tilted her head back to pour a long asian stream of wine into her open mouth, letting the paper fall from her fingers. “Of course, the document I filed says none of that. It speaks vaguely of death due to internal bleeding and partial consumption of the cadaver by crabs”. As she spoke, the silent film had reached its inevitable conclusion. One by one the hooded figures had stopped their insidious teasing, lifting their knives away Hairy from the woman’s white flesh to form a ring of blades poised in readiness over her spread-eagled nudity. She threw back her head and arched her spine up towards them until they stabbed in unison, cold steel violating her young body in a great, bloody explosion before the screen went dark. According to urban legend, these scenes were not staged; the anonymous devotees who shared the films on the dark net insisted that the deaths were real. Carissa’s slender hands wandered over her heavy breasts and rounded throat and she moaned softly. Sliding forward to the edge of her seat she began to pull a patterned Hardcore stocking over her foot, her eyes begging silently to be told more. “I think that her tattoo meant something” Vasiliki mused. “It was a sign of some kind...something to do with the King”. “A brand…” Carissa began, and a look passed between them. Stretching out the other leg with a gymnast’s grace to sheath it in black silk she sighed low in her throat. “Perhaps a brand to mark her as livestock” she breathed, swinging her foot above her head as she tugged the stocking top into the softness of her open crotch. “You promised me”. Vasiliki watched hungrily, teasing at the tip of her little finger with sharp, white teeth while Carissa clipped on a leather choker necklace “I promised you” she agreed. Carissa ran her tongue around her lips and fluttered her dark lashes. Vasiliki reached out to grip her chin in strong fingers. “This is happening” she growled. “I’m close to penetrating the cannibal grapevine behind the King in Yellow films. When I do, there can be no second thoughts, no going back. You can scream, but you will not be heard. You understand that”? She let her hand fall away and Carissa nodded. “It has to be this way” she agreed, lacing the leather garter-belt tightly around her trim waist. Her tone became ardent and passionate. “I have been waiting for you japanese to kill me since fucked hard the first time we shared our nightmares, when we were still medical students obsessing over the Waldenstein Affair”. Vasiliki snorted. “You’re such a romantic” she said, scowling scornfully. “Bend over”! Carissa turned to lean over the back of the couch and presented herself obediently. Her tawny hair fell before her in a curtain as she twisted her neck to look back over her shoulder. Vasiliki held up the crotch strap with its evil rubber plug and smiled at Carissa’s smouldering gaze. “In a little while” she said, sliding from her seat to seize the proffered buttocks in strong hands and spread them apart. “You’re so open when we speak of your sacrifice” she murmured, leaning in closer. At least, until he made Angela a new body. I heard a woman screaming to be fucked hard and it caught my attention. She put him back out side and came over to me and told me to leave and I was a sick little pervert and that I got what I deserved for peeking at her. I went in and printed out a copy. Maybe it was because her piss was still warm. “Is that really what you want?” I teased, letting my fingers ease into the soft cleft of her ass. And so nearly all the various sexual situations that I tended to fantasize about on a regular basis were automatically transformed into fantasies that involved me being sexually molested and then raped. “So, worst of all, Mom was in them. “Of course; I didn’t think that it wouldn’t but I just had to clear it with my boss; shall we go then?” Gross…I can’t believe I came out of that woman sometimes.” Hardcore "You know what? By which my Rod is Hairy caught by her boobs. “I`m going to fuck you now Grace.” Said Bertrand softly, as he began to slowly move his cock in and out. WOW that is great ohhhh yes I like this feeling. If Laura was the slightest bit reticent in accepting the cock into her fucked hard mouth, she got a shock. I swam diagonally back to the beach, coming ashore at the cafe end of the beach and slowly walking back in front of all the clothed people, although I did see that quite a few of the women were topless. I rubbed and japanese pinched both her tits and said “keep fingering it”. “Are we OK?” she asked. One of the stagehands stayed behind to help Rosalyn by holding onto the animals while she went to work with Cylvan. Laura: asian "I don't..." Or was she saying I'm married but available, or what was she saying?