She certainly was a sight to see. That perfect adorable face, from her freckles to her blushing round cheeks was just begging to be slapped, her short... chestnut brown hair aching to be pulled, those trademark black spectacles demanding to be coated with her future master’s sperm. Your eyes trailed down from her face to her rather impressive breasts, which were of course completely concealed by her heavy sweater top. You guessed she had C or even maybe D cup breasts concealed behind the bulky. “Well?” She asked him with a hint of a blush on her face.Harry was in awe. Her body was so different from anything he had seen before. Her figure was quite slim. Her creamy stomach was almost flat, just the gentlest curve to it that showed a combination of good abdominal muscles and a bit of fat. Her large breasts barely sagged at all and had small, rosy-pink nipples that completed the image. Hannah had clearly shaven herself completely in preparation for tonight.“You look stunning,” Harry. He reached up and started to run his finger around my lips and over my clit. As he was doing that, John and Jeff were sitting on either side of me playing with my tits. They had my shirt up over my tits again but left my bra on. Brad was rubbing my clit hard. This normally felt good, but his hands were callused from working on the farm. It starts to hurt a little. I told him he had to be careful that his fingers were too rough to play with me that hard. He apologized right away, and pulled his. Hand him over and let them crack him open and then we can hang him quickly and be done with this farce." You are undoubtedly correct, Minister Malaceck," the Herceg nodded slightly. "But would those babblings be of much value to us or would they be the ranting lies we so often get? As we have so often observed, those put to the question mostly say whatever they think will stop the pain, and rarely is it the truth. Torture only works when you can distinguish the fact from the false. We believe.