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He has the same appetites, though, which is where our girl comes in.” “Wow, that’s crazy,” I said, knowing full well that it wasn’t that crazy. I’ve seen many things in my life that could only be described as monsters, and even if I didn’t believe what Foster was telling me, he was still paying handsomely. “What do you get out of it, though?” I asked. “That’s my business,” he replied. “You don’t need to know.” “Fair enough.” We spent most of the drive in silence after that. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Foster’s incentive could possibly be. After all, he was risking prison or execution, not to mention the danger of making a deal with an inhuman (literally) amateur monster. Whatever his motivations, he wasn’t doing this just to help a rapist get his jollies. After a couple of hours we pulled down a dusty dirt road that took us to an ugly metal building built into the side of a rock wall. We were in the middle of nowhere tit fuck by now, and I was getting a little anxious that Foster might try to get rid of me. I patted my side-holster, Hardcore reassured by the weight of my gun. The girl was waking up by now, although she was still groggy. I wondered if she had been awake at all when fetish we were discussing her fate. Foster entered the building and returned after a moment with a hospital gurney. We left the girl’s handcuffs on and strapped her onto the gurney so she couldn’t roll off. As we pushed her through the entrance, I noticed that the walls were at least two feet thick. It was dark inside, but when Foster flipped the light switch I saw that pov the walls were also covered in soundproofing material like what you would see in a recording studio. “For the screams,” Foster said, noticing my gaze. “Not just girl screams –the beast can be quite noisy.” I nodded, again feeling nervous for my safety. “Look,” Foster continued, “you’re welcome to stay and witness this, but it’s not going to be pretty. If you’d rather wait outside…” “I’ll stay,” I replied, forcing a smile. “I’m a curious guy.” “Okay. Let’s get started then.” At the other end of the building was a small jail, maybe eight feet by 10 feet. I noticed two things about the floor of this jail: there was a large pentagram painted on it, and it was littered with human skeletal remains. We wheeled the girl into the jail, unstrapped her from the gurney, and removed her handcuffs. She was fully awake now. “Jesus Christ!” she said, standing up and looking around her. I don’t know how we made it through dinner without fucking each other on the table, when it came to dessert, we were feeding each other spoonsful of gateau covered in cream she purposely let the cream dribble down her chin for me to lap up then we kissed, l lifted her maids bib amateur and spread gateau and cream over her tits then feasted on her, she took a deep breath and pulled my mouth onto her tits we fell to the floor, Molly had my trousers and pants down with my cock in hand l lifted her apron raised her legs and rammed my throbbing cock all the way into her very moist pussy. Park Bench! It’s sexy!” Amy nuzzled her face into my fur and took a turn at licking my nipples. She blushed and looked down at her lap. By the time we broke away, the redness in her eyes was fading. Cam poked his head in. "Hey, want waffles today?" Part of him wanted to run away down the beach but part of him yearned to be like Marti, walking among the tables of The Beachfront Bar in mesh stockings and high heels, hearing the lewd comments of the people and, perhaps, feeling their hands on his ass and legs. He was on his back while she lay on her tit fuck side. It’s a funny thing on what you believe in until life kicks you in the ass and opens your eyes to new ideas. A little kid wouldn’t be embarrassed and trying to cover up. If you don’t think I can show restraint, you are wrong. I cleared my throat. As a little gesture, I'll tell you one time, back in Paris, I answered the buzzer in her bathroom and was asked to prepare some food, I think it was a bacon sandwich, by one of her many gentlemen friends. Holly, caught off-guard by my thrust, instinctively tried to pull away, but was no fetish match for my strength. He ran his fingers along her smooth stomach and could feel his daughter shiver as he traced his fingers along her hairless mound. It turns out that box 5311 is the smallest pov postal box that is available, which tells me that Horowitz has a different plan for me. Me kneeling on the floor, battered and bruised, holding my mouth open so you can piss in it. I looked up at her “Again?” She nodded a little, and still unsure of herself, parted her lips for the penis that was now barely a centimeter away from her face and Hardcore placed a long, careful kiss on the tip of that silky head. I want to be able to swallow all of it.