She looked up at the scene. The three hostages looked at her petrified, two men and one woman, all bound and gagged. The short stocky man was ugly and... shoddily dressed. The taller man struck Lioness as being tremendously handsome. A mixed race man of African-American and Hispanic descent with a strong, clean face and a visibly toned physique. She couldn't get over how attracted she was to him. He was beautiful. Lioness felt so conflicted. She knew she had to subdue this man and his cohorts, but. "Bend forward at the hips," I commanded. I had to help her by holding her waist with one hand and pressing on her back with the other. She was completely bowed forward with her head down. Her breasts swung downwards. I could now see her cunt more clearly; it was very small and neat, dry looking, its lips closed tightly.I swung my open palm hard against her right tit, then the left with all my strength. She howled with pain and shock and began gasping for breath. Tears were streaming down her. "He nodded. "I saw something happen to her. She sorta vanished after the point after. What was that all about?" Try it happened probably four times. I didn't see all of 'em myself, but that's how many times they fired that cannon. I figure it was flashbacks. PTSD." Post Traumatic Stress Disorder? Her?"At least he'd heard of it. "You know she got blown up?" Oh, yeah. Shit. I didn't think. That sucks." Yeah," I agreed. He moved closer to me. I didn't move away.We were quiet for a minute and he. Main karbate badlata raha.mera lund khada tha.dusare kamare main aunty ko laga sayad main so nahi pa raha hun bho manu bale kamare main aayi,light on thi maine pillow munh par rakh kar aunty ko chodne ke bhare main soch raha tha.aunty bed ke pass khadi ho kar mere lund ko dekhane lagi jo ki tant bana tha to aunty ne mujhe hilaya or hansane lagi or boly kaku kya neend nahi aa rahi hai, main kuch nahi bole paya.Ab aunty ki najaron main alag si sex ki jalak aa rahi thi, bo boly chal main tuje sula.