Marla, a short girl with an equally short bowl cut hair of perfect black. She was a timid little one, and Erik had loved the way she squealed when pen...etrated. Concentrating past her conscious thoughts, he pushed down deeper into her mind, to the underneath. There was something there all right, something she kept hidden. It came to him as an image, a picture in his mind of the girl being banged in front of crowd of men. So little miss Marla had a secret desire to be fucked in front of a crowd,. There were the stocks, the large mirror, the handcuffs, whips and manacles exactly how I remembered. The table was still crowded with the collection of sex toys and I could easily see the huge dildo that he had fucked me with the last time I was here. Looking at the size of it now, I could not believe that I had taken it up my tender asshole.Steve motioned for me to take my place in the stocks and quivering with trepidation I did what he wanted, knowing full well that I was voluntarily putting. Standing on the footrests, she tugged her jeans down, displaying the creamy smooth cheeks of her bottom.I eased my penis out of the confines of my jeans and tried to move forward to her pussy, but it was too awkward."Sit up a bit baby." My bum Dave, put it in my bum."Well I've always tried to be polite to the ladies, so I acceded to her request and the long, deep sigh of satisfaction that came from her lips as I slid into her beautifully tight little anus, told me, the boy dun good!"Ooh yes. Sharing a half disappointed, half relieved smile, they exhaled the breaths they had both been holding.As he re-gathered the chain in his hands, she was the first to break the impenetrable silence."Your portkey doesn't seem to be working."He cast her an irritable glance, examining the runes carved into the pensieve's vial. Unsurprisingly, not one depiction cast a shred of light onto the situation at hand. Maybe, just maybe, he would take Hermione up on her offer to teach him ancient runes when.