“Ok slut I will touch your pretty tits but you have to suck on mine,” she said pulling the pony out of her hair and wrapping it around my wrists b...ehind my back.With my hands now bound together I felt really nervous but I knew my Master would always keep me safe. I stepped forward and took one of her nipples into my mouth sucking hard then soft and using my tongue. She moaned so I kept going. My pussy was getting so wet, I could feel it dripping. Master noticed this too and began to rub my pussy. They drag her screaming up on a craps table, and guys begin to line up. She dies triple penetrated, air tight, choking to death on cock. Her ecstasy, her agony, her darkness wash outward and feed the crowd. Just like her, the skinny gay guy dies choked out while his lover sodomizes him on the casino floor.The cops drive in, lights screaming onto the strip. Night clubs out, hurling themselves into the writhing, fucking, sucking, cumming, pissing crowd. They go down naked, howling in pleasure,. " Yes, isn't it?" Carla responded, sipping her brandy. Her mind was slightly confused with the suddenness of his presence in her home and life. She was still a little intimidated by him--so masculine and handsome and magnetic, with some sort of musky pervasiveness which hit her with an animal attraction she hadn't known since Arnold had died. Even now, as they drank and talked in a most respectable and civilized manner, she couldn't help thinking of him in a detached way from the standpoint of. Her attention moved to my back, one blow then another maybe ten the last stinging like crazy. Mistress moved round to my front and attack my tits. Again, the first strike was not too hard but soon she was using the flogger with venom. I glanced down at my breasts, red marks covered them. ‘Now my favourite target slut, your cunt’ My poor pussy was whipped mercilessly, then Mistress changed to the paddle, slapping my cunt so so hard. She returned to my rear, paddle in hand. Thwack, my arse.