Drunk as hell, filledwith some eighteenth-century port, Jessica feels oil being poured over herback. The same herb-filled olive oil has been soaked on...to her skin anddown into the mold that she still occupies.The back half is lowered back into position, and the repairs are made tothe sculpture. Laura takes a few hairs from her head and ties the forminto place. Jessica is now placed back over the fire, rotating slowly onher pole. Drunk as she is, she can feel the oil run over her skin asgravity. Divine time to eat here.. leaning over the yellow one looked friendly squeezing it I found out it felt like a rubber balloon what was inside, using my nail file I punctured it, sticky goo oozed from inside, dipping a finger in I tasted it, lush tasted like Vanilla custard!Now for the red one, a pinky substance oozed from this, tasted like Strawberries, next was a black one or was it brown, probably chocolate I thought cutting the third onethe goo that oozed out looked like spunk and it tasted. Before they knew it the hour went by and it was now 12:00noon and Jessicas mother was calling for them it was time to get the roast stuffed and spitted to be ready by dinner time, Jessica was helped to her feet and surprisingly her labia were not in much pain witch was a relief to her, she had hoped to enjoy the spit sliding though her she would be able to do that if her pussy was in burning pain, that would just add to her torture. Jessica was lead down stairs by her father to the kitchen. " He laughed and pushed his cock deep into Emily's sloppy wet pussy.Her former boyfriend might not have got her worked up but Ramsy sure had her creaming. I could see the frothy cunt juice clinging to his cock as he steadily fucked her."Oh my I'm going to cum on your big dick!" Emily moaned as he grunted harder as his cock slammed into her.I was mesmerized by the sight of the large black man and the small blond girl as they fucked each other. The sight of their skin touching and the look on her.