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“Look how Milena is Big Tits offering up her cunt. It will not take much to tip her over the big cock edge”. She had arched her back like a bow and her calves quivered with the effort. The Greek signalled for service while Vasiliki continued. “The fighting bulls of Seville never see a man on foot until the day they enter the arena,” she remarked “so that they do not know how the torero will behave”. A nude waitress appeared silently at The Greek’s elbow. She was a striking young woman, slender threesome yet heavy-chested, and her bosom was decorated with concentric circles of Chinese needles. Demurely, she offered him a silver plate containing more. With practiced ease and casual cruelty, he pressed another half-dozen into the undercurve of her left breast while she held her breath and her mouth trembled. Droplets of blood formed and dropped, spattering her bare feet and running between her painted toes. “Bring me a flask of vodka, chilled.” he said, flicking at the head of the final pin to coax a pained gasp from her, then turned back to Vasiliki. “The fighting bulls of Seville, Steppenwolfin?” he prompted. “Milena has been tested before,” she explained “and Mallika was present, watching”. As she spoke, the Indian girl delivered one final, resounding slap and knelt upright over Milena’s face, reaching mature down to pinch and twist her rosy nipples. She tossed her long, black hair and clutched cruelly at the blonde’s bosom; a trickle of startlingly red blood ran onto Milena’s white clavicle where a sharp nail had broken the flesh. With a wicked smile Mallika lifted her hips, opened her cunt, and released hot piss over her victim’s face and neck. Milena stretched her slender neck to drink thirstily from the stream, helpless in the grip of her mounting storm. Her eager mouth overflowed and her whole body convulsed. “I am finished!” she cried out in an ecstasy of despair, her body thrashing on the floor like anal sex a dying eel. With a cruel compassion Mallika drove four fingers into Milena’s wet cunt so that her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed limply onto the floor, swooning at the intensity of her climax. There was a general release of tension around the room and the murmur of conversation began again. Mallika rose gracefully to her feet and stood easily with an arrogant hand on her hip, her head held high and her eyes flashing in triumph. Milena lay sprawled, panting, semi-conscious at her feet in delightful dissolution, her hair lank and sodden and her breasts and cunt reddened from calculated abuse. The Greek drank in the scene with his black eyes. “They both have a month, of course” he observed, sipping delicately at his drink. “A moon. They play for twenty-eight days of torment”. Every member of the club had to provide a submissive available for general use - for a period of at least a month, so that scars would have time to heal. He set his elbows on the table and brought his face closer “But I do not know what game you are playing. Of course, we never know the mind of the lone she-wolf”. His gaze shifted when Milena struggled upright on trembling legs to stand blow job beside Mallika, her head bowed in defeat and her full bosom heaving. The maître d'hôtel stepped forward and addressed the clientele. “Ladies and Gentlemen, “Kali” is victrix. Garçon! The whip, if you please”. At this a beautiful boy in club livery arrived smartly bearing an ornately tooled knout of the finest Bokharan leather and, at the maître’s signal, held it out to Mallika in both hands. “And, so?” The Greek said, raising an eyebrow. Vasiliki slid her smartphone across the table, turned to face him. He lifted his horn-rimmed spectacles to see the photograph of a yellow tattoo on a white neck then passed the phone back with a puzzled frown. “So, you have never seen this symbol before?” she asked. Only his inherent love for Misty kept him relatively in check. Tentacles grasping, it pulled anal sex itself along, the alluring sound of singing growing ever louder. Amanda giggled, her tight little asshole stretching wide. "No, I will remain here 'til such time as it is complete. “What the fuck?” she yelled. Please I know I ruined your summer but don't ruin my life. Depending on how much time he had before his shop opened he would either have sex with her again, or just give her ass a few gropes. “I had a bloody gut full on’t it, bloody Shipping lark.” I said, “Brass is in bloody mining that’s what I reckon, high bloody time to bloody settle down.” She fit like a fucking glove. “Dark orange to a brown, I like that colour much,” she replied while pushing her butt against my cock. 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I was touched by mature her gesture and kissed her again and waved her goodbye. “I’ll get some more,” I said. “He is in my aaassssss.” Master watched as the two dogs pounded the two beautiful young slaves making his cock get rock hard again. I have to admit, It really turned me on blow job because I had always fantasized watching my GF being intimate with another man while I watched and joined them in a threesome.