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“I am going to finish my book” he said over his shoulder as he stooped to gather up his trousers from the floor. “Tell Grigori that there is one for roasting now and two to be spitted alive this evening. Then go to Janika; she has been told what to do”. Carissa’s eyes followed him as he walked away through the doorway to his chamber. She looked around at the scene of carnage, dark stains spreading from where the decapitated beauty lay peacefully, then hurried out into the passageway. DOULÉ At a corner table, Ensign Pavel watched The Greek through narrowed eyes and sipped mineral water from a chilled vodka glass. He knew the anal Steppenwolfin’s face from her previous visits to the club and from intelligence passed to the Waldenstein police by friendly countries in the region, but he did not know her to be so close to his subject. He had not attached too much importance to their meeting at first but, as they spoke into the evening with amateur increasing intensity he had given them his full attention. His superior officers had been indulgent of his instinct to follow The Greek, but Pavel knew they feared he was wasting his time on a shady character guilty of no more than unethical business practices and unorthodox sexual preferences. There had been no link whatsoever between him and Grigori since the Carcosa Club was raided, decades previously. This evening, however, he was spending his time with a mysterious lesbian dominatrix and Pavel dared to hope that this uncharacteristic behaviour was the lead he had been looking for. When the shaven slave was dismissed from her place at indian his feet to wait outside the lavatories at the disposal of the membership he was sure that something of unusual importance was being discussed. Then, The Greek and the Steppenwolfin left the club together without collecting her first and Pavel was sure of it – and saw a way to learn more. He adjusted his tie and cufflinks, sauntered over to where The Greek’s slave still knelt over a bench waiting for abusive attention, and stood over her. “What is your name” he asked, quietly, and she looked around at him confused and frightened. “I…Doulé” she stammered, wide-eyed. He regarded her coldly, and she shivered. “Or…whatever you want my name to be” she went on, her voice trailing away. “You have been left here to be used” it was a statement, not a question, and she simply nodded. Pavel went to kneel behind her when another member of the club suddenly appeared at his side. The man smiled briefly before unzipping his leather trousers and ramming pornstar himself abruptly into the arse of the middle-aged woman waiting beside them. She voiced a groan that was at once pain and gratitude and the two settled quickly into a steady rhythm that set the wooden bench rattling on the parquet flooring. Thinking quickly, Pavel reached into his suit jacket and produced a ginger-root and a paring knife. He carried these items specifically to be found carrying them when frisked by the club’s security staff. It was a nice touch, he thought. Figging was not particularly in fashion but the doormen were familiar with the practice; it was all part of his carefully crafted persona. While the vigorous sodomy continued beside them, Pavel coolly commenced to peel the root, slivers of beige skin falling softly to the floor as the glistening flesh of the ginger was revealed. His face was utterly impassive while he worked, but the slave’s lip trembled as she regarded him with horrified fascination over her slim shoulder. She was a girl barely out of her teens, he mused, and would crumble under the sort of punishment he had dealt out to women during his career. He cursed under his breath and glowered at the way his own thoughts betrayed him – this scared her more, and her thighs twitched. At last, he brought the flat of his hand down hard onto her arse. She jolted. “Master”? she ventured. “Hold yourself open” he ordered, in the same calm, measured tone as before. She shuffled back to rest her weight on her chest and shoulders and reached behind to part her cheeks obediently, offering up the pink bud of her teen arse to its cruel invader. Pavel forced the root into her dry, only the sweat from the ginger helping it slip inside her tight ring. Mmmmm,” she moaned, tasting her son’s sweet cum and rolling it around on her tongue. Dakota looked puzzled and released Jill’s hair. Deb could not hold back any longer. “Daddy! Just the ribbed texture of the roof of her mouth and the living, hot softness of her silky tongue as it lapped at the source of my pre. This was par for the course if I was remembering our previous encounter correctly, until she started to slowly rub her butt up and teen down against me. I will do it!!” My pussy convulsed. I was acting out to get them to punish me. Being dominated and humiliated doesn’t sound ideal for my first time having sex.” All she could do was take, and love it. At nineteen, Cindy takes a job pornstar as a stripper and transforms herself into "Kinky Pinkie" - pushing herself deep into the world of erotica and extreme breast abuse. So, whoever attempted this, they are very lucky that he had such strong symptoms. Your cock is throbbing immensely hard at indian this point and you thrust yourself inside her. It was hard to read because there was so much sweat running down my face it was stinging my eyes. 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