Helen tried, but in this position it was hard to get access to the woman’s footfetish clit. Helen licked inside her cunt instead and was surprised to realise that the woman must have taken off her skirt as she could now see along the crack of her ass and was not smothered in cloth. Helen licked and nibbled and could feel some reaction as the woman’s wetness began to run down her face. The man was fucking her hard and Helen winced every time he slammed hard against her cervix. The woman must have realised because she lifted herself and turned around, pulling Helen’s face into her clit, someone else reached over and held the leg spreader keeping her open to her vaginal assault. Helen could now perform to her best abilities and was rewarded with the woman reaching her climax even before the man pummelling her cunt but while the woman was moaning her orgasm Helen felt the hardening in her and the force of a final push home as she was flooded in what little desi space was left in her cunt. With no pause Helen was picked up by two men and turned over onto her knees, her hands were still cuffed and she couldn’t stop her head dropping and banging into the floor. Albeit that it was covered with a carpet and rug, she saw stars but was swiftly brought back to the here and now by the all too familiar thrusting into her ass and a mental computation reminded her that one man had yet to fuck her. Penetration was easy even for someone as obviously experienced as this man as well. Her bud opened and he pushed straight in as deep as he could go with a single thrust, Helen grunted in pleasure as the new man sodomised her. She could feel as much as see the company standing around watching, hands pulled her cheeks apart so that everyone could get a better view of her defilement, her body being used as a pleasure toy. There was no technique she was fucked hard and fast, and could this man fuck fast. Helen could feel the friction of her ass dragging against him but he was like a steam train, or one of those mechanical indian fucking machines that someone had once had her use while they had watched. The whole thing lasted only a couple of minutes, if that, before Helen feet gasped to receive a third cum load up her ass. She remembered a certain Stag Night she had fetish serviced when she probably took a dozen or more in each hole, she smiled remembering that she had fucked the groom, both his brothers and his father. She had no time for reverie however as there was still no let up, the others had rested somewhat now and Helen was dragged to her feet by her hair. Uneasily she tried to stand on her own but the leg spreader prevented it and she was almost lifted by her hair. Her hands were unlocked and swiftly fastened again in front of her, she saw a chain attached to the cuffs and then felt it pulling her arms upwards as she heard the ‘clank’ ‘clank’ of its links running through an eyebolt ring. She looked up to see that the ring was fastened into the ceiling and the chain shortening as she was pulled until her feet only just touched the floor. The chain was then fastened and Helen hung. She imagined what a sight she now looked. Her makeup was smeared, mascara streaked down her face from the tears. She was naked apart from her now disarranged stockings and her shoes. With her firmly in place she saw all seven of the Company stand back and simply look at her. One woman pulled Helen’s mouth open and spat at it, she missed and Helen felt the saliva running down her face. She remembered her mantra – “men hurt a woman to excite themselves, women just to cause pain.” Again she couldn’t help but notice that everyone except her was still dressed, jackets had been removed, ties loosened and shirts undone it is true but nothing more. All of the women were dressed, even the last one she had performed on had replaced her skirt. He didn’t have a chance. Chris groaned with the burning pain in his cock and balls. Yikes. Dakota takes her natural place right next to me on the couch rubbing my chest with her soft delicate hands. Both the slain man’s daughter and wife were now screaming, their clothes peppered with blood splatters from the priest’s murder. Just next to Quintin's plate were a collection of used socks, those of Nicholas, labelled from Monday to Friday. James wasted no time before penetrating the petite woman again, filling her completely with his large cock. A few minutes later, the three of them barged through the bedroom door wrapped up in one another, Miguel passing kisses between the two of them. "Emperor? Kill them." No wonder why my stomach was growling at me. I hadn’t eaten any food since the diner. “I didn’t get to go out on your boat on my first visit. The events of the night before were never mentioned. She was trying to unobtrusively stroke me up and down but I saw that mum had noticed and her eyes were riveted on Lin’s arm and she seemed to desi be squirming on her chair. What an amazing feeling that is. There’s nothing sexy about it, just natural; being at one with nature with fetish nothing man-made in between. She snuggles her head up against my chest as I wrap my arms tightly around her. "Darn, he went looking for me," Jenny cursed. The girls were ready and when Jerry’s car pulled up they ran and hid in the closet with the door open just a crack. “Yeah.” Then Bill began to rock gently. I would not have guessed that your natural colour is brown. “Something like that. Captain Winston made an abrupt about face and marched down the corridor, out the front door to the feet waiting car. I footfetish straddled Lamai, Clint's indian cum leaking out of my pussy and staining my bush. I looked up at him and he had a smirk on his face, but I knew I needed to do this for Traci, and for me. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his prick, which was already starting to get hard. Jeremy also walks up to me. “Are we cool?” He asks, offering his hand. “And let you design your temple, with your artistic mind?” Lucilla scoffed.