They would drag her out of her cage by her long dark hair. Her pitiful sobs and pleadings, if she wasn’t yet gagged, getting her no where. They woul...d spread her legs, tie her ankles off to the far corner bars of her new home and then bend her over the top. Exposing her marvelous ass and cunt and getting it in position for an easy entrance.Then every member of the gang, in house that day, would start their day off right, by burying their dicks into a whimpering and sobbing Mikayla. Cunt, ass or. The photographer takes advantage of her parted legs, sliding his hand between her thighs and stroking her swollen pussy, amazed to feel that she is dripping wet with anticipation for him on her wedding day. His touch sparks something within Grace and suddenly it isn’t enough, she needs more. Grace begins to grind herself against his hand causing her nipples pop out of her corset, the exposure to the air hardens them more than Grace ever knew to be possible. Spotting this he turns her to face. She was still in her old uniform dress, but she had pulled up her shirt sleeves and the collar button was opened up. Her short hair was still neatly tied in a pony tail. Oh! You have sand all over you”, she said, brushing the sand off my hands. Looking down I noticed that my wet white top was sticking to my skin. My small nipples were clearly visible protruding through the top and the small bulges of my breasts were vaguely obvious. The panties were also sticking to my body. You could make out. " he says, surprised at the sudden turn of events.Knowing what's in store for him, I try to look away, but I am somehowtransfixed. Like watching a slow motion replay of a trainwreck, I hearher say, "Would you be a dear and fetch me my handbag?"He is back before he can even begin to take off his apron."Thank you," she says, taking the handbag from him but not releasing hishands, thereby putting a decisive stop to any attempts of removing hisapron. Instead, she leads him away from the table, to.