They had her standing in the middle of the empty garage.“Can I put my bags down now?” she asked, again politely.“No,” the Savage kid said. “...We want you to stand that way for a bit.”“Okay,” she answered.“Hey, lady,” he said to her, “You seem a lot calmer now.”“I am,” she admitted. “Now I know who you are.”They gathered around her again. One of them hooked the stick under the edge of her skirt and raised the skirt again. They giggled, when her panty covered ass came into view.“Nice ass, lady,”. There’s a knock on the door; “Yo Justis, let us in,” commanded one of the black men. “Fuck you, she’s mine,” yelled Justis. “You better open up now, fucker.” Justis gives up and unlocks the door and the two black men are standing in the doorway.“She came here to fuck, and we’re just going to help out. This chance don’t happen often with a little honey like that. Aint you going to introduce us, Justis?” leered one of the men. “That’s Benny on the left and Jam on the right,” Justis pointed to. The fact they were the ones at fault for the servant’s condition was of no concern to Anyia. The only thing that mattered to the Grand Duchess was the criminal’s unbraided hair and the huge puddle of piss contaminating her courtyard. It was a deliberate affront that needed to be severely punished. Anyia pulled hard on Maria Elena’s hair and jerked her head back and forth several times. She screamed at a naked servant holding several whips to bring them forward so she could make a selection. She. Mom was rubbing her clit with the tips of the fingers of one hand while she pinched her nipples with the other. Her breath became more and more labored. I guess it’s not easy to breathe with a big dick down your throat and somebody's balls lying on your nose. As Don's movements increased in speed, so did Mom's fingers . . . and mine. I was rubbing my pussy as hard as I could. I could feel the pressure building way down deep inside. My breath, too, was increasing. Suddenly, Don shouted, “HERE IT.