Then he slapped right on my cunt, a wet, smacking sound that shot pain and pleasure through me.I exploded. "Yes, yes!" I screamed. "I'm so bad!"He rub...bed my cunt, smacked it a second time, and growled, "What a whorish girl you are! I guess I'm going to need to use my rod to punish you!"I gave a throaty laugh. "Punish me with your thick tool!"He threw me down on my bed, shoved a pillow underneath my stomach, and knelt behind me. I heard his pants unzip; his cock smacked my plump, smarting. He massaged her pussy mound over her bikini, then his fingers snaked through her bikini and massaged her pussy. The man smiled in satisfaction as his fingers massaged a perfectly shaven vagina. Clarissa felt fingers between her legs and squirmed weakly. Her lungs burned, her head felt light. Her consciousness slowly slipping away.“Breathe” she heard a voice say.Clarissa moaned through the cloth. She wanted to say “Stop” but her lips won’t move. Her eyelids fluttered. “That’s it. Go to sleep.. A small huddle formed around the doctor as he knelt beside the unknown females form. Carefully he tried to roll her over, but she was surprisingly heavy for such a slim figure. Christian applied a little more muscle; with a sudden jerk the body flew over, the motion was accompanied by a sickening tearing sound. Such was the speed of the body's release that Christian was caught off balance and smacked resoundingly down onto the seat of his pants.A cacophony of gasps and stifled screams filled. Dane had been whisked away from the gate at Heathrow by MI-6 before anyone could get on the plane, and his whereabouts were, for the moment unknown. Knowing that it would be several hours before his people would be able to track down Mr. Dane, Nicolas called for Heidi and Isabel. The chrome and leather furniture gleamed in the late evening light, their modern forms made for an interesting contrast with the brown hued natural stone walls of the ancient fortress. Nicolas gazed out the high.