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Helga stomped and dropped the whip over to her toy table, her eyes daring Michelle to comment. She chose a small black pouch and walked over to Greg, confidence flashing on her face. Michelle got up to take a look and was questioning why the cock was squeezed into a little bag while the balls were just hanging there, glimpsing out of a large hole. When Helga swore and tore the upside-down cockbag off and threw it across the room, Michelle was about to comment. Greg s building muscle was small and limp from the treatment. Michelle felt a moment of pity and awaited Helga to go back to her toy table. While Helga was selecting a brand-new toy of pain, Michelle wrapped her ruby lipstick lips around Greg shandy tool and sucked gently. Her mouth left him as soon as he solidified and Greg was considering that this was the nicest time he had actually ever had while bound.

Since he was currently naked and it's best for abduct victims not to argue, Greg agreed. Since she was hoping that sex may clean out Michelle's memory of her genuine nature, Helga agreed. Because she was very randy and hadn't had sex in at least four hours, Michelle agreed to herself. It also had something to do with the video camera she had running in the corner. She figured that despite the fact that Greg wasn't going to be barking like a canine, she could still utilize a tape of him in a threesome as blackmail. Michelle led Greg by his dick and brought him to the waterbed. Helga swept the chains off the bed and climbed up in with them. Greg pulled Michelle's flimsy reason for a swimsuit complement and intended his mouth for her tanned silver dollar size nipples. The silicon moved beneath his tongue as he snapped her ever stiff nipples. Greg pressed Michelle to her back and parted her legs with his thighs. Well, he thought he was parting Michelle's legs however in fact Michelle's legs basically part by themselves.

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