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“Tits and Boobs… Want to know who is in front in that auction?” he gloats, giving a particularly fierce thrust of his hips that makes my naked sister groan with pain. “Me. She’s going to be mine! That cunt’s going to be licking your holes out.” I look at the woman on screen trying to imagine myself intimate with Alexa, imagine indian her “licking my holes out”, but I feel nothing. The proud pirate, unbowed by the statistics that a most-want-to-lose Runner hasn’t been the victor in the Rape Run for many years, seems too remote to me. When the interview reaches the part where Wagner offers her the choice of baring her breasts or using the phallus on princess Palonae, Alexa strides unhesitatingly across towards the helpless slave. “Watch everyone. This is what I’ll do to those other Runners,” she declares, and instead of going for the woman’s pussy she positions the head of the cock against the star muscle of Palonae’s anus. “No, No!” the princess starts pleading, but Alexa is already ramming her hips forward viciously, making her helpless victim scream. “Yes!” cries Klink, and dragging my sister’s hair back forcing her to look up at the ceiling, he bucks hard enough upwards to lift her momentarily from the bed. Tits slumps, rendered insensible with the force of her Reflex while my owner pumps himself to orgasm inside her, violating my beloved sister’s anus at the same time as the pirate ravages the princess. “Happy Rape Run, Alexa Goshenk,” Klink taunts to the viewing screen as the last of this year’s Rape Runners is dragged from the platform. “I’ll be seeing you soon.” 30 - Three It’s been another day of wishing we were able to kill ourselves. Klink has been feeling particularly vindictive towards women since he learned Alexa was participating in the Rape Run. At a distance it looks quite respectable; but close-up you can see every square inch of her body. If we don't hurry up they'll discover all by themselves. The syrupy discharge trailed downward into the crack of her ass, coating her puckering anus with a shimmering sheen. What about you, Shelly, are you a go-getter sales-woman? He lays me on my back. He kissed me vigorously and whispered in my ear, "I want to see your cunt which is filled with my dad's seed." She groaned, lying stunned. Through the grating on top of the aquarium, she dropped these cubes one by one. “What about you?” "Alright, enough with the embarrassing questions," she said finally much to my relief, "But they come with the territory as they help give me an idea of your general health, Henry," She got to her feet and came around the desk to stand in front of us, "Now if you'll just go over to the bed, pull the curtains around you, and I'll have a quick examination down there and we should be good to go. His hands gripped my thighs. After several minutes I climbed off the bed and asked her to roll over onto her back for more massage. After I grab a tray piled high with a mountain of food, I join them. It too had big photos of villas. I gave Jennifer one of the $2500 cards telling her it was to be used for business, which got me indian another kiss. I slammed my aching cock as deep as I could get it, feeling my balls jerk upward with that familiar sensation of spewing a hot load of fresh cum into someone special. I know her pussy still feels great about your dick.” By then I could really appreciate the size of his tongue and his technique as he flicked Sarah’s clit with his extended tongue and then alternated by licking and covering her clit and vagina with what looked like at least three inches of very moist tongue. Don’t worry, this place is quite remote, you don’t have to worry about those fashion police people out here; not even the proper coppers; they never come out here.”