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“I used to beat them, burn them, cut them… kill them, anything I wanted to do. I did.” As much as she wanted to, she didn't cringe away from him. She looked directly back into his eyes, her face unimpressed. “You are the first slave I have not hurt. The first women Hardcore I have not hurt, in my life.” She was quiet, unsure how to respond to couple him. “I don't want to hurt you either,” he said softly rubbing her stomach. “But you need to be honest with me.” She frowned pulling away from him this time. “I already fucking told you, he tried to fuck me and I told him to take me back upstairs. Unlike you and Joe, I only stab people when I'm attacked first.” He smiled looking down at her, “You're good at that aren't you? Good at using knives on people, killing them with one precise cut. Why is that?” She tried to move her legs around again but he sat motionless between them. “Do you think I'm a soldier too? What the fuck kind of soldier would I be Nipples if I’m tied up under you? A fucking sucking amatuer,” she said, painfully aware that if they found out she was lying, she would be killed. He ran his hands up her stomach to her tits, taking a dark pink nipple between his fingers. “No, I don't think you're a soldier. I think you're like me, which is why I like you so much.” She scoffed in disgust, “I'm nothing like you.” “How many people have you killed?” he asked still playing with her hard nipple. “I don't know, I dont keep track of them,” she said. “Neither do I,” he said, smiling. “I don't fucking torture people like you do,” she rebuttled, pulling from him again. He shook his head, leaning down to her. “You just don't consider shaking your beautiful ass in front of blowjob that window as torture but my soldiers do… I do.” She stopped struggling, looking up into his eyes, “Okay fine, then tell me what your first name is.” He paused for a moment confused, “My first name?” No one had ever asked Fucking him what his first name was, not in over 6 years. She lifted her head, her arms still tied to the bed posts. “You want me to be honest with you, I don't even know you. I don't know anything about who you are. So let's start with your name.” Sitting back on his haunches, he looked down at her. “My name is Hunter, Hunter Barberi,” he said, his eyes still focused on hers. She smiled playfully up at him. “Of course it is,” she said, “very fitting.” Smiling sweetly she continued to hold his gaze. “Well, it's nice to finally meet you Hunter. My name is Morgan, Morgan O’bryan.” He had never bothered to learn any of his slaves last names, or anything about them for that matter. Knowing about them wasn't necessary, they are objects, property to be used and replaced. But if it’s not nice and tight and not locked on secure, you’re gonna have Tone and me to deal with.” He then punched the top of the table with his huge ham-hock fist which caused a loud bang, and made several people couple look in our direction. "Tony...please... venam ..." she begged. Sarah stayed perfectly still, feeling his strong body against hers. It's fucking hideous, isn't it?" I grabbed her hair to try and pull her away. Silas released himself from his Hardcore slacks and wrapped Ian’s hand around himself, holding it in place so he couldn’t take Fucking it away. "Sis, I'm going to cum!" “I know. Even that little monster Bella was seen getting very close, and a little “handsy” here and there. Wanted to get away from the city.” She said, her breaths becoming more rapid and heavy. She took a sip from her cup. She rubbed her hands together and gently twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open. Anael rolled her eyes. Mala on feeling his eyes feasting over her lush body pushed him into the water. He slid the thong up his newly smooth legs. They were 5 meters apart. You know, it was Alkandi herself who made these outfits standard for Alkandran women, and the tribeswomen have carried that tradition for a thousand years.” I thought about it and realize pleasing him in even the smallest things puts extreme pleasure in my heart. I sucking already see Nipples John with a piece of chicken in his hand as Diane is struggling to put all the buckets blowjob of chicken on the counter. And Freddy knew that Bea was really starting to enjoy the sex itself. “Yes, coach!” she says. But call me tonight. She treared up again.