i madh hentai vogëlushe merr roped dhe e ndëshkuar

“It is…” she began, then paused. “I don’t…but I am only meat”. Janika lay down the razor, rubbed a hot towel over Carissa’s smooth head and came to stand before her. “You are a sister of the order” she reminded her, then reached down to take her nipples in the fingers of both hands. With her right, she caressed with infinite tenderness while with the left she gripped hard and twisted. Carissa bared her teeth in a grimace of shock and pain, but her throaty groan betrayed her body’s response to the stimulation. Janika smiled into her eyes then dipped her head to brush soft lips down Carissa’s white throat and over her chest to bite hard on the breast she had been stroking gently. An anguished cry echoed around the tiled walls. “I belong to everybody” Carissa blurted the words to her own surprise and looked to Janika for approval. She nodded, satisfied, and reached into the basket beside them to retrieve two gold hoop-earrings, about ten centimetres in diameter, identical to the ones that hung from her own breasts. Snapping them hentai open she positioned the ends over the now erect and throbbing nipples. Carissa’s bosom heaved twice, three times, and then she drew a deep breath and arched her back, willing herself to hold still. Janika held her gaze for an eternity before pushing the ends deftly and firmly through her dark pink flesh to mount the rings in place, grinning at the wail of agony this provoked. “Do you realise that you can never wear clothes again – unless perhaps those rings are torn away?” she remarked lightly as she rummaged again in her basket. Tears streamed down Carissa’s cheeks, but her pierced nipples were stiff and erect, and she chewed at her lip to contain her excitement. Carefully, Janika opened a small vial of ochre ink and emptied it into a white, porcelain saucer which she set down on the steel trolley cart beside her prisoner. “I had no-one” she said conversationally as she repeated the process with other amber and gold pigments. “Even before I found the Yellow Sign, I think I knew that I had to belong to anyone who wanted me”. She turned to Carissa with a light laugh “I was an adventuress - a wanton”. Then she frowned in concentration as she wrapped black ribbon tightly around the tattoo needles, fastening them to the bamboo grip. Carissa’s eyes widened as she realised that she was about to be marked by the painful, Thai method - and the significance of her open-legged position dawned on her. She wet her lips when Janika set a small leather cushion on the floor between her feet and knelt at her crotch. “Don’t worry” she said, aiming the vicious needles at her exposed pubic mound “I have branded this design on so many women since I joined the Order of Anna Darvulia. And I will tell you how that happened while I work”. There was a sharp intake of breath when she first stabbed into Carissa’s skin; the pain was excruciating. She also declared her love for me before hanging up. Daddy can I see your cock?” A naughty grin smirked across Vanessa's face. I saw her ascend the stairs, nervously glancing over her shoulder as the woman continued to glare at me in silence. I pulled up to the shadiest house I’ve ever seen… Shades on the windows practically falling off, the paint on the siding is chipped to shit… Back on the bed, Sonja was starting to whine like her favorite tennis ball was stuck under the couch. Then we will test the penile shaft with a couple of procedures. Her fingers reached my lips, stroking them. “So, will I see you two ladies at hentai breakfast? The Angel of Illumination, Most High? I licked my lips. Her juice was puddling under my ass. Lisa fumed.