.. and they are comfortable. I did omit the big cowboy belt buckle so that I wouldn't look like too much of a tourist ... or a lout. Should I just cal...l you Darlene, or something simpler?"She glared at me for a moment, but cautiously replied, "Just call me Bel. They call me 'Darling' at the office, or at least my boss does, and I hate it, so don't!" Her eyes glared to show me that she meant it. She must have had a lot of practice with that glare – it positively radiated 'You will know fear and. He then heard exactly the opposite; clearly there were giggles. Jane reappeared.'Mother's in another room smoking; I'll take you'He was led through another room to the one in which she was. The room was much darker with heavy crimson drapes at the windows, heavy embossed wallpaper mainly red and orange, Black and russet leather furnishings. The lights were low ad there was a sweet smell of joss-sticks burning to quell that of the tobacco. There sat in the corner of a huge black leather sofa was. A sharp sting across my leg makes me gasp, You will answer with, Yes Master, do you understand? Yes, Master What a good slut you are, the boys and I are going to have fun using you like the whore that you are. You are excited by that, I can see your twat creaming. Before this party can start, Ill need a few things. There are strange noises, and I open my mouth to ask what he is doing but think better of it. Instead, I bite my lip and stay silent. Finally, I hear the door open, feet shuffling,. .” Lauren had never let her boyfriend near her asshole, let alone put his dick in there. She tensed her hole unconsciously as she wondered how anything of that size could feel pleasant moving inside.She tried to imagine what it would be like to be sandwiched between Georges and Finch, her holes filled with their lovely penises. The sixteen-year old shuddered at the thought, found herself growing aroused, curious. “And she let you shoot it in there? In her butt?”“Yeah ... it was hard to, she’s.