A rapist. A cruel hearted bastard. A sadist. A psycho. And those people would be right, its true. I am all of those, and more. But others, the ones I ...favor, would call me an arist. A genuis. Just because I actually end lives, and take beautiful girls against their will, does not make me worse than most men. Everyone has their sick fantasies, I just prefer mine to be satisfied. Tonight, they were. She wasnt quite like the girls I usually captured- I generally prefer blonde girls with blue. I had noticed a particularly exciting looking young woman when we first arrived here and were introduced to the participants of this bacchanal. Her name was Laura and she was sitting with her husband, Greg, when we first met. Greg was a good looking man with a trim, muscular build, and Laura was also tall, slim, leggy with nice sized breasts which looked very firm and inviting. She had a couple of features that I find particularly exciting. She was slim, almost to the point of being skinny,. He commented that her tits still smelled like chocolate and she said she only did a quick wipe down to get rid of the sticky feeling but evidently not enough to get rid of the smell. Dan said he liked the smile. Jean grabbed the bowl of whipping cream and carefully placed several spoonful along on his cock and balls. She then sprinkled them with the chopped nuts and drizzled caramel all over it. Then she very carefully placed rested a cherry on the tip of his cock. Just before she started. He tearfully nodded yes. Terriunceremoniously dropped him on the floor off of her lap. With his handsbound behind him he had no way of breaking the fall. She then sat himback in the chair, straddled him, removed his gag, and treated herself toa pussy licking. "Now do a nice job, or there'll be more spanking wherethat came from," Terri warned.Eventually both sisters came. They huddled together, trying to decidewhat to do next. They smiled after agreeing on the next steps."Well, their faces.