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As it drew alongside the tailgate lowered and Katya quickly climbed inside. She sat on a bench in the dark and empty interior while they drove over potholed roads for an hour. When the van stopped, Grigori clambered into the back to blindfold her and desi led her through the warm sunlight for a few minutes and then into a building where he uncovered her eyes. She was in a deconsecrated chapel, part of some old religious institution or great landowner's estate. There was air conditioning and some of the furnishings were new, and out-of-place, such asian as the rack of torture implements. Waiting for her in the candlelight she recognised Grigori’s allies Andrei and Leon, her torturer. This was no more than she had anticipated throughout the erotic sexual torment of her journey but she was genuinely shocked to see Dana amongst them, her slim, boyish figure more exposed than clothed by a white, Grecian chiton. Katya looked from man to man, unsure. “Strip” Leon ordered. Grigori held up his hand when Katya was naked but body for stockings and shoes. She was eager to display herself however they wished, but still ached to be told what was expected of her. Then Dana climbed onto the altar and spread her legs open, stretching her arms behind her head. “Kill me” she said in her low, thrilling voice. Katya found herself drifting towards her young friend and student, and like an automaton accepted the long knife Leon handed her without ever taking her eyes from the pale, half-clad body. Standing at the altar she stroked the blade and sharp point with her fingertips, licked massage her lips and slowly lay herself down beside Dana, lazily reaching out to caress her short blonde hair. “Kill you?” she whispered, gently gripping her chin to run the tip of the cold steel blade delicately across her white throat. He had found it! Heads were by now empty except for all things white: babies, cum, milk and cock. The tour started in the attached 3-car garage. All black. “Really? It was nearly mid-day desi when I woke up, and after a shower I raided the fridge then went and sat on the deck to eat. Alex concluded. The situation was definitely an awkward one for Mister O. It seemed once the satyrs got engaged in sexual activities, much of their attentions become distracted. "What?" she wondered, peeking back. A moment later I heard, “There, that should be plenty. She erotic began to gag once again as my hips lifted higher and higher. Looking in the mirror she started to turn each way, looking at the smooth skin between her legs. My fingers clenched. The barn-garage legally belonged to Evan. As we got back to their apartment Carmella hugged and kissed me on the cheek to thank asian me for the night. [To massage the reader: Chapter 8 is already written, but it will be published separately and soon.] We rose she bent over. In and out, in and out; their motions were violent, their body intentions the same, their eyes sharing their sadistic desires as they pressed me between them.