There was a synthesizer catching dust, a bunch of unorganised shoes, a worn thong, and a shoe box, that seemed out of place with all the other shoes l...ying about. I took it from under the bed and put it on the desk, and then opened it. Jackpot. It was Riley's secret stash. The box contained two rubber toys, varying in size, and a smaller metal one with just enough room for a battery. It was still working, buzzing gently in my hand. There was also a half-empty pack of cigarettes and a lighter, an. I put paperclips on her nipple and started tongue fucking her. To stop the sound from going out. I had to put the cloth in her mouth. She was trying to resist. Trying to move her abdominal part away from me but it wasn’t helping. Eventually, she cummed and made my face bath in it. I took out a candle and lighted it, slowly I started dropping wax on her body. Each drop drove her crazy, on her belly, boobs and even nipples. She was shivering and arching her back. Now I removed the cloth from her. Then to give Sasha a chance at a life away from Kiev, away from Russia, she sold her daughter to an American businessman from Milwaukee. A pedophile.Vanessa not only isn’t bitter about that, she fully approves. “In America, GrandmaMA at least had a chance.”When Sasha became pregnant, at 14, Mr. Milwaukee either sold or gave her away to a whorehouse madam. This may have been in Chicago, but the family isn’t sure.So, Sasha was born of rape. Marina was the daughter of a pedophile. Vanessa never. „Mmmm... mmm... lovely... you’re going to get the load this time...“The mouth seemed to suck even more zealously.Gordon had been having a whale of a time in the previous forty-eight hours... and was beginning to feel just a trifle jaded. Well worth that, of course!In between slaking his inordinate sexual lust upon the lovely Melissa he had enjoyed exceedingly having her simply as a plaything. To order about as he wished... to pose as he wished... to humiliate as he wished. There had seemed.