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He gave no indication that he had even heard her. “It is all on camera” he muttered, staring at the cold flagstones. “My career – my life – is over”. “Your old life is over” Yewubdar corrected him gently. She glided over to where a thick velvet drape hung in an archway and the muscles rippled beneath her glossy skin as she hauled it to one side. Faint music came from behind the studded timber door now revealed, something modernist and experimental but with an insistent, pounding beat. There was an air of pride and expectancy about her as she beckoned to them. “Please. Follow me”. And she opened the chapel door to a scene of hellish fantasy. Natalya strained her neck to see them enter. She lay on her back in the centre of the room with her knees drawn up to her chest and her feet high in the air, in the position of the famous Allen Jones chair. Three other gymnasts held the same pose to either side of her and another, more statuesque woman was on all fours before them to serve as a table, with a table-lamp fashioned from a human skull resting on the small of her back. They had been selected for their matching colouring, which had been enhanced by the skilful application of cosmetics and a golden polish on their finger and toe-nails. Despite the stress of holding her position Natalya knew that the ribbons sealing her cunt were soaking wet. Even though it was difficult to see from her place on the cold floor, she had stolen glances from time to time and knew what kind of spectacle was greeting their guests. The man she knew to be Pavel looked past her to the vaulted apse. His face was unreadable; she saw weariness there but also something fierce in his eyes, something that stirred her. She followed his gaze to the left where the oversized doner grill filled the room with the aroma of roast meat, then to the lewd and shameless display to their right. With a tremendous effort of will, she remained as motionless as a piece of calfskin furniture while he was led over to her and guided solicitously to his seat. He lowered himself onto her upturned thighs japan and arse; the coarse fabric of his breeches rubbing against her cunt lips was the first experience of a man’s intimate touch in her short life and it sent a delicious shiver coursing through her. “Look about you” Carissa was exotic speaking now. “This is the new life you are offered”. As Vasiliki and Yewubdar took their living seats beside him she gestured expansively around the room. Six young women regarded them suggestively through painted lashes; they stood in a row, naked save for the strips of yellow silk that imprisoned their cunts, quietly suffering agonies of anticipation. Beside them a wooden idol had been set up in place of the altar. The sculptor had captured the scalloped tatters of the King in Yellow with uncanny artistry but had, of course, ensured that His face was obscured by the folds of a cavernous hood. The whole piece was spectacularly clad in gold leaf. Róisín clung to it like a lover, her freckled arms and long legs enfolding the unyielding wooden figure. From her broad japanese shoulders and down her slim back to the generous curve of her hips and arse her skin was a bloody mass of welts and cuts; rivulets of sweat ran down her face and only the heaving of her white breasts showed that she was still alive. Oliviya stood behind her and to the side, arms akimbo. Her pert bosom also rose asian and fell from recent exertion and the wicked single-tail whip clutched in her fist showed what role she had played in the proceedings. She waited motionless, with an evil smile cum playing around the corners of her full lips, until the slaves and their honoured guests were seated and then, with a respectful bow of her blond head she turned again to Róisín and drew the whip back to strike. Toughened leather shot out and sliced into the soft flesh of the redhead’s upper thigh with a tremendous crack and a fine spray of blood. Her hips bucked, and her crotch lifted up from the great phallus that impaled her. A length of golden cock was revealed, dripping with her cunt juice, before she sank back onto it and clenched her slim thighs about the statue again. Lifting her head, she turned a tear-streaked face to Oliviya and cried out hoarsely in bittersweet anguish. Pavel caught a slight movement from the corner of his eye and turned to look. In a shallow pool of blood that spread over the marble floor of the transept lay several nude women and a short sword which Pavel grimly noted was a braquemard . 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I'm just such a naughty girl.” She insisted that I keep it on for a while, japan get used to it. They were so pleased with themselves, that they all just cuddled together on the two mattresses, pulled the blankets over them and slept together all night. “But first.” Ashley stood up and hooked her thumbs into her running shorts. I saw my mom watching them together, even as she seemed out of it. My eyes had adjusted to the light from my phone. The skill of his magic leaves me in awe. “Duke, lick. So I could watch my husband spank our daughter, his muscles flexing as he smacked his hand down on her rump, making her ass red. I said don't worry about it, see this I am all wet myself as I bent over to show him the crotch of my bottoms and noticed that part of my pussy was showing. His large exotic head is now rubbing against her inner thighs. "What on earth was that about, that poor woman looked terrified." "This has already gone to far. My jaw dropped. Go fuck yourself." 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