She tried to twist her head away but Ingrid just let out a short laugh and jammed Karen's head into her crotch and began to rub her wet pussy all over...her face. At the same time, Paul sunk his dick, in one smooth motion, into Karen's pussy, and began to slowly thrust himself in and out of her cunt. They were serious, completely serious. They would actually fuck her there, and they expected her to lick another woman's pussy; it was awful. Ingrid cuffed her upside the head as Paul continued. That vanished and instantly reappeared on my hands. A surge of unimaginable power pulsated through me. My voice no longer a chorus, but an inhuman sexless voice of palpable darkness thundered. “I am the Judge!”Har-Hi suddenly saw the Narth Supreme shaking in fear and panic. Something he must have imagined of course. What could possibly frighten the Narth Supreme?“Mighty Dai, you did not imagine what you felt. The entire Universe and those sensitive to these things felt this jolt and shift of. Monica watched Skip as he stood with the other girls and talked to the girlsand their mothers. She could tell by the smile on his face he was enjoyinghimself.When the luncheon was over the girls excused themselves and went back to thedressing room. Skip looked in the mirror and wondered how he was going toremove the make up and false breasts and nails.Cindy said, "Heather you're going to have to play your part just a littlelonger. If you change back to Skip now everyone will wonder what. He tied the rope to her ankles, pulling tightly.Becky heard a noise and felt the ropes tighten. Another noise, again tighter. Her body stretched backwards, her head pulling up, staring toward the ceiling as she was pulled backwards. Her back felt like it was going to break as she was forced backwards, her breasts now pushed up high, aiming toward the ceiling.Sara gasped in surprise when she saw her daughter. She was bound tightly, her back arched, her head pulled back, her breasts thrust out..
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