When he heard that she had not been to the West End in years he slapped her playfully on the hand. "Well - we must surely do something about that! All... that wealth of the world's finest talent to be seen day by day and you stick at home or in the pub! Shame on you, my girl! I'll be in touch after today is over! We must go to a few shows together - if you like?"Veronica said she would very much like and the chat paused for a few minutes as both enjoyed a spell of convivial silence. Then Douglass. They all turned up prompt andbrought with them two crates of our favourite lager, it looked looked likewe were in for a great night.About half-way through the first half, Matty (the most gorgeous of the threein my opinion, smooth, blond, blue-eyed, muscular due to many hours in thegym, and tanned due to many hours on the sunbed) realised he had a problem.He had come in his car since he lived on the other side of town and had noway of getting home (there was no buses this late at night and we. Those whose number had been called would not get any choice in the matter, they would be selected for either live butchery or live whole spitting based on the fat content and size of their meaty bodies. These girls were given a meat grade rating A or B. Grade A's were reserved for whole live spitting because their meat was decided to be of the best top quality and the Grade B's were butchered into parts, packaged and shipped to super markets all over the countryWhen a girls number was called it. The dildo was slightly bigger than the first toy as he opened my ass for the assault. Slapping the cage on my cock every now and then. Running his hands down my stockings, pinching my nipples, or at least felt like mine over and over.The tassels of a whip now added new color on my already abused ass. His swings told me he was born with a whip in his hand. Twenty lashes as more tears ran, then more cooling oil applied the stretching continued on for hours. I was exhausted. No fight left in me.