Sara archesher back as much as her bindings will allow, the final deep thrust of herMaster feeling as if it had travelled up her spine and the hot spr...ead of hisseed inside her triggering one last blissful orgasm.? Her over worked body barely able to cope withone last burst of pleasure as he almost collapses on top of her, just as spentas she is.? They laytheir together recovering; the only sound in the room their breathing and thelight buzz of the vibrator which the powerful spasms of Sara?s. He stopped by my desk and talked with me for a minute. It wasn’t much, but at least it was something. The last thing he said to me was “I hope to see you at the picnic.” That put me in a good mood for the rest of the morning. The picnic was a lot of fun. People let their hair down and generally had a good time. We drank beer, ate, and made fools of ourselves. After eating, I was feeling a little warm so I decided to take a swim. I hadn’t been into the pool up to. So I dropped to my knees and pushed my tongue into Carol’s thick, wet folds and started to probe around.“Oh god, Bill. That’s not part of our arrangement.”“Then you want me to stop?” I whispered as I continued to lick and probe.“God no! Don’t stop,” she moaned.Soon I found her clit and pressed my tongue hard against it.“Mmm. I’m going to cum! Don’t stop!”Carol was obviously very horny. I’d never known a girl who had an orgasm so quickly.She groaned and moaned as a massive orgasm ravished her. Kateryna was very pretty, with shoulder length black hair, smooth skin and big brown eyes. Anastasiia was blonde, skinny and did her best to avoid the final preparations for hanging.The Azov officer in charge of the execution, was young, blond and arrogant, a real Aryan jerk with an attitude to match. His assistant, an Azov soldier carried a camera with him, snapping several pictures of the girls, offering them a wicked smile, before pointing at the gallows. It’s a wrong day to die, Liudmyla.