Λία jaye λαμβάνει αυτό από mark wood

“You were on line with the PLATO when Loraine tried to get the sample and somehow you received a arabic remote security alarm. Agents watching the facility reported that you and the doctor arrived shortly after Loraine should have attempted to enter the inner sanctum.” Under different circumstances, Marcella might have laughed at the woman calling desi the tank room the inner sanctum, but this was real! She just stared back at the woman in shock. One of the naked women pulled a small, wheeled workstation over in front of the woman and then scampered off into the darkness. The hospital-like bigass workstation appeared to have what looked like a small audio control board on it except that all of the wires leading out of the amplifiers led over to leah Marcella’s body. “Now,” the woman said firmly, “I want those access codes and protocols.” She reached forward and pressed something on the control board. Mild electrical shocks began at Marcella’s wrists and ankles and moved inward toward the center of her body. They weren’t pleasurable, but they weren’t quite uncomfortable. Under other circumstances, Marcella might have been able to switch them over to pleasure. “That’s setting one,” the woman said harshly. She stepped forward and ran a finger from Marcella’s wrist to her belly button. Then she repeated her action starting at one of Marcella’s ankles. “Do you notice where the shocks seem to lead to?” the woman asked. “I’ve found that the easiest way to break a jaye woman is to attack her centers of pleasure. There is something overwhelming about receiving pain where you expect to receive pleasure. But... oh...” The woman feigned surprise. “It appears my little love slaves have forgotten to install the center pieces of my masterpiece of pain.” She clapped her hands and the three naked young women hurried back into the lights. The first was carrying what was obviously an anal plug of some sort except that it had several wires dangling from it. The second was carrying a large black dildo that seemed to have concentric silver stripes along its entire length and even more wires hanging from it. The third was carrying a bright metal chastity belt. “I can see from your eyes that you know what these are,” the woman said with a smile. “So rather than explaining things, I will just let the slaves do their thing.” The first slave pushed the anal plug against Marcella’s asshole. At first she tried to resist, but the cat woman pushed something on the control panel and gave her a severe shock across her entire body. “OK, OK,” Marcella screamed. “I’ll let it in.” She then concentrated on relaxing her indian anal sphincter so the large plug could slide inside her. It was larger than anything Marcella had ever tried, but eventually, her anal ring opened and allowed the top portion of the plug to enter. She still felt stretched when her sphincter had closed back down on the back taper of the plug. The butt plug was barely seated before the second slave began pushing the dildo in from the front. It was larger than anything Marcella had ever before had in her love canal and she had to also concentrate on relaxing things there to allow it entry. Once both were in place, the third slave stepped in front of her and attached the chastity belt around her waist. Marcella had seen such brightly-mirrored belts on the internet and despite her fear, she wondered what they looked like in real life. She craned her head to look down to see how the crotch strap attached as it was brought forward between her legs. Violet stepped between me and the body, and extended her hand. “That’s the secret,” Emily said in exasperation, taking another healthy swig of the Tequila. A twinge of pain ran through her lower half as she shifted her legs around, a combination of reasons but primarily the double penetration she’d had last night. I am so full, and the man is wiggling his cock deeper in my butt, but it doesn’t hurt anymore and instead is just adding to the heat in my loins. “Oh. I could tell by her desi breathing and the flushness in her chest that she was approaching an orgasm, so I whispered to Buck that we needed to slow it down a bit so we could enjoy it more. Her airy perfume filled my nose again as I gathered her blonde locks and shifted them jaye to the side so I could stare down her lovely cleavage at the perfection of her tits. Aunt Lucilla’s domineering expression softened as I invaded her, but she kept her hand wrapped about my indian throat, letting me know she was still in control, just like I wanted. ‘I’m s s sorry’ I arabic muttered The automated voice continues. “Um, sorry, my dad’s leah here. I smiled, knowing that I’d probably be stark naked. All these wonderful sensations shot through me. Her tongue was amazing. She nodded and the man studied her again. SMACK! "Sorry about the mess, though if you point out anything that isn't tidy, I'll bigass consider it an act of war!" But, she made no comment at that instruction.