I opened up the first of the twelve photographs I’m required to look at and began teasing my pussy. I had to keep an eye on the obscene comments on ...the side of my screen in case anyone is telling me to do something or asking me a question. But as usual, they were talking among themselves about me, not to me.I know it’s just a coincidence. It has to be. But all twelve pictures in the first set of twelve this evening featured sex with animals. I looked at all those unwilling, unhappy women and. "Bitch, I want some money or some jewelry or I'm gonna fuckin' kill you!" Melissa was crying at this point, obviously she was scared to death."Please don't hurt me, I don't have any money or jewelry!" Melissa begged this large black man.Jim drug her around the room and ordered her to find some money as Melissa cried hysterically."Bitch, I ain't gonna ask you no mo, give me some money!" Jim shouted at her.Melissa's crying became louder as he drug her around. "Please, I don't have anything, take. ..well there was no love life. Carl, a handsome 30 year old with a narrow athletic frame, broad shoulders and a muscular chest had needs, always remained faithful to Mary-Rose, but now he was feeling the strain. There was resentment building not to mention sexual frustration; it had now been 3 and half months since they had last made love. Carl finished another length and noticed somebody had joined the lane; it was a female. She looked Eastern European; olive skinned and had what looked like. One of the other side men pulled the single-tie bow holding her halter down. It popped open and he and an opposing friend pushed their ends under her arms then pulled the halter over her head. Bri gasped again at the essentially naked libertine. One of the men pointed out the body paint. Vicki didn’t notice the two men lifting her bare tits or pinching her nipples due to distractions from the fingers in her wet pussy and the wonderful oscillating plug pushing in and out of her rear.Someone.