“You filthy fucking bitch” you say to me, and I gasp because it’s true and I never heard anyone say it to me before. “You want you tight cunt ...fucked until it’s raw?” you ask me through moaning. “Yes oh fuck yes”, I say in my pathetic begging tone. “Fuck me please please fuck my needy cunt.” Your hands are on my shoulders now pressing down as you push up again and again bruising me inside, sating my minds desire for something special. You squeeze my breasts through my thin top and the yelp that. If I hadn't been able to escape I'd have killed myself.'Jon turned his back and dug into a pile of clean laundry. Finding the shirt he wanted he turned to hand it to Fliss. Whilst his back was turned she'd dropped the skirt and removed the blouse, standing there dressed in nothing but a brassiere. Jon gasped. Her ribs and abdomen were almost black with bruising, and her legs were bloodstained to her knees. Her thighs were bruised with what looked like hand prints, each finger a separate bruise.. See, you stay quiet and you get rewarded. There was her damn voice again, the mouth that had been paying so much attention to my neck suddenly nibbling its way down the shell of my ear before taking a rough bite of my earlobe. And you enjoy your reward, dont you? You like this, huh? Of course I dont– But I shouldnt have tried to speak, because in a second her hand was entangled back in my hair and yanking it back. I screamed from the sudden movement and the cut of the handcuffs into my wrists,. I was watching her through my slightly open eyes. Wow!!! She was bending and massaging. The low neck nighty was giving me clear view of her boobs and white bra. The thought of playing with her boobs along with her boob show were making me hornier. I was moaning with pleasure Smita ahhh you are too good yes do it all that stuff. I knew she understands my intensions and she would be stopping the massage at any time, because her palm movement was not continuous. I opened my eyes to see her. She.