The jeans seemed to draw attention to the bulgeat his crotch.“What do you have in your basket, toys?” He poked aroundin her basket, leerin...g at her as he did so. It remindedher of a wolf, just before eating his victim.“Nothing you’d be interested in!” Red grabbed her basketaway and started back up the trail.“Oh, you might be surprised; wouldn’t she boys?” Red turned around to find herself surrounded by thestranger and 5 other men. The leader. “This is first class...”, he adds, enjoying the smooth feeling to the touch. The sound of a second helicopter interrupts them. “Two” and Mrs. Cara show up at the door. MM makes the introductions and invites them to sit at the table.The scene is surreal. In a ramshackle hut, around an impeccably set table, worthy of one of the best Parisian restaurants and lit by fancy chandeliers, a meal for four is served by Jake in evening dress. Next to them, the most famous and beautiful model in the world. She was howling on the white dick that invaded her throat, and fresh tears poured out of her eyes. Her face twisted with pain as I savagely slammed into her. God, her ass was fucking tight. I’m sure it would have been easier if I’d bothered with lube, but then I would have missed out on the agonized screams that were making my dick harder than Chinese algebra. The walls of her butthole were milking my dick, smothering it in warmth and shit. The smell of her waste was rapidly filling the air as. In silence he gestured Thomas inside and closed the door behind him. Barefoot the dark skinned boy led the way through the small and surprisingly neat flat. Furniture was sparse but not overly so and the black and white colour scheme made for a minimalist look. Kitchen-lounge-diner, a small white tiled bathroom with washing machine and dryer and a bedroom with a single bed. There was no door to this last room, just a half drawn semi transparent curtain of some shimmering black material and.