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“I shall have to beat it out of you” he said softly. “You will do whatever you want to me” she breathed. The tip of her tongue wet her lips and he smiled into her eyes. “I shall”. On the return of the waitress he broke their gaze “Leave everything on the table” he told her. The implements were displayed elegantly on the marble surface; a silver ice-bucket, incense sticks smouldering fragrantly in a cut-glass holder, long needles with jet heads sprouting from a black, satin cushion and a neat coil of wire outdoor lying between them. Satisfied, Pavel waved her away. Slowly and methodically, he worked on Doulé’s pert bosom; the white globes were pushed upwards by stiff, black leather but pressed towards him by the sheer force of her submissive will. She gasped and moaned, biting her lip and screwing up her face in anguish, but even when her reflexes made her flinch away she immediately straightened her shoulders and presented herself for the next torment. With an ice cube held delicately in the thumb and forefinger of one hand and a burning stick of sandalwood in the other he rained agony onto the pale flesh of her breasts and her rosy areolae. This technique came from the police of the old regime and Pavel had never encountered it amongst the sado-masochists. The Institute taught him that it had been designed village to wear down the subject’s resistance; the alternation of burning heat and freezing cold confused the pain receptors and this made the collage victim more susceptible to suggestion. The ginger plug was his own refinement; every centimetre that she writhed or jerked at the cruel shocks to her breast-flesh started a fresh jolt of fire in her bowels. It would be the end of his career to treat a suspect this way in a police station, he thought wryly, but it was a useful part of his cover on this assignment tamil and, besides, the bald bitch seemed to relish the pain. He rolled a red-hot tip slowly down the gentle swell of her bosom until she groaned, then he sat back with his hands behind his head in a mockery of her obsequious posture to contemplate the smattering of burns across her blue-veined bosom. “Look at me” he ordered in a low voice. He sat for a while in silence, reading her face – the dark brown eyes, fine cheekbones and soft, trembling lips. Cries of pain and pleasure rang around them, sounds of sobbing and of conversation, but their own world was confined to his seat at the table and her place on the floor at his feet. With clinical detachment, Pavel selected a long needle from the table and began to heat it in the flame of his petrol lighter. He beckoned her with a long finger and she leant forward, cupping her soft globes in bold hands. “And what do I want punjabi you to be?” he murmured as he pushed the point swiftly through her nipple. There was a sharp intake of breath and her face screwed up in agony before she could speak. “Master?” she gasped, genuinely lost for words and terrified of displeasing him. He let one corner of his mouth turn up just a little before reaching for another needle. Again, she was perfectly submissive and compliant, offering herself up eagerly to this stranger’s whim. She froze rigid when the hot steel slid through her flesh and the smell of burning mingled with the musky aroma of her arousal. “You will tell me what I want you to be” he persisted quietly as he began to unwind the gleaming wire. When he had finished, he lifted one finger to summon the waitress. “Don’t look away from me” he reminded her as the naked ballerina approached and bowed. “How may I help, Sir?” she asked. “Attend to this slave, please” he directed. “First, unplug her”. The waitress dropped to one knee and drew out the ginger with a single, swift motion, setting it down on the table as Doulé indian panted and shook. Pavel was fashioning the piano-wire into lengths with loops at either end and he spoke without looking up from his work. “Get between her legs and lick her cunt. Suck her clit and her arse”. The waitress tried to keep the lustful smile from her lips, but it danced in her eyes as she squirmed on the floor on her back until her face was between Doulé’s slender thighs. Clawing at her hips with nude nails she pressed her open mouth eagerly into her crotch, lips and tongue working feverishly with a fierce passion that had only awaited the word of command. Her own thighs rolled and ground together sensuously and wetly and soon both women couple were trembling and sweating, their voices joined in a soft crescendo of husky moans and deep sighs. “All the life?” Diamond gasped wondrously, “She must’ve been enormous!” “And who is this? "Are you ready to continue?" No, we want them out even more than you do.” We ended the meeting then, shaking hands with everyone, and walked out to the tamil cars. I waited patiently for a collage few more minutes looking at the photos I recieved. After the fun and stressful day, village neither of them had any energy left for a wild time in bed, so they slowly energized each other and then with her on her back and her bottom lifted up on a pillow they intimately joined together indian for the first time. You and Anahit both.” Bill thought for a minute “ok but assuming she gets every inch in I want and extra 25 from him”. Just like the last two times, her need, her lust, controlled her body. “So, what shall we do?” she challenged. Sue had to quickly reach outdoor back and pull his cock out. Mom was ready for it, and so punjabi was I. Like the first time, my cock found my mother’s pussy hole on its own. “Daddy, it’s my turn to tell you a secret. I reached down to the hem of her silky white top, slowly lifting the material upwards, she took the hint immediately, releasing my back and raising her arms couple for me to remove the garment.