She congratulated me on my skill with the club and refused to listen to my protests that it had all been an accident. Oh, well, at least she now just ...assumed that I knew what I was doing. I sure as hell hoped that she was correct.We took the two heads back to the tavern for our bounty and decided to take some time off from hunting to find me a suitable mace. The club had been effective, but Hippolyte thought that I deserved something more elegant looking, and we could afford the expense. We. Paul hadn't liked it at first either but he hadn't blubbered. "God, what a wimp," Jerome growled pulling his cock violently from Marty's battered hole. Marty screamed again, the exit more painful then the entrance had been.Then suddenly his scream turned into a whimper when he felt a wet tongue brushing at his hole. "What...what are you doing?" He asked looking over his shoulder to see Jerome with his face buried between his butt-cheeks.Jerome didn't respond; he just shoved his tongue deep. He kept moving forward. When he was closer to the light he saw the orange glow of an electric space heater near the opposite edge of the circle of light. In front of it, a spreader bar dangled at the end of a heavy chain that dropped out of the darkness from the invisible rafters. From each end of the spreader bar hung a suspension cuff dangling from an open padlock. Directly beneath the dangling spreader bar a one-inch black pipe jutted vertically from the floor where it was screwed into a. Clara was also naked, clinging to his back to shield her from the others.But Shaquille lifted her by the waist and sat her down on the kitchen table; making her spread her nice legs. We all could see her fresh shaven mound.Jerome stood up and got closer to her. “Babe, did my nephew shave that red well-used pussy this morning…?”.Then he put his hand on Clara’s thigh and ran it toward her pussy as she stared at his massive hands. Our niece trembled as he dragged his thumb up her slit before he.