but then he pushed my head back and pulled out. he grabbed my arm, pulled me to my feet and steered me around the altar. he lifted me onto it with one arm and then pushed my body down so i came to lie on it on my back, feeling the cold, hard stone in my back, my head hanging over the edge of the table. i saw the other men sitting in their seats. most of them had at least one hand in their crotch. the mayor actually had opened his pants and was openly stroking his cock. i closed my eyes just as i felt the priests hand on my cleavage, ripping my dress apart with one quick motion. "look at this" he yelled out. instinctively i lifted my head: he stared onto my breasts being squashed and pressed out of the tight bra, my bare nipples hardened from the cold air.... "they package my offer in an innocent little dress, but underneath she's dressed like a dirty whore; like somebody who needs to be fucked all day long...!!!" with that he grinned at me, put one hand on each of my indian tits and squeezed them so hard that i screamed out, my head falling back down. he lay on top of me, pressing my body harder into the stone altar. his mouth lowered onto my right breast. it felt wet and warm as he appeared to be trying to take it into his mouth completely. but then he started chewing on it, sucking really hard, biting into my nipple, sucking it again, while his other hand clawed into my left breast and kneaded it savagely. i felt like being attacked by a starved animal feasting on me. "god, you're gonna be the star in my harem with those tits! with these you're a born whore!!! these are made for public consumption!!!" he switched over with his mouth to the other side, making me scream as he bit my nipple. his hand wandered between my legs, rubbing over my thong, feeling the parts of my pussy lips that weren't covered by the material. instinctively i pressed my legs together. "HEY! is this how a dirty little whore like you behaves?!!" he stood up grabbed me at my hips and turned me around. my body slammed down on the altar. he pushed down on me. my tortured hindu breasts actually welcomed the cool temperature of the stone. he grabbed my left arm and pulled it behind my back, made me bend the ellbow completely and ties my wrist tightly to my upper arm. he did the same thing to the other arm and used the rest of the rope to bind my upper arms together. i had to lift my head and bend backwards to keep the ropes from cutting into my arms too much. i looked at the audience. now more than one man has opened his pants. in the second row i recognized mr. rowling, my 5th grade religion teacher who works for the church... stroking a hard cock, his eyes glazed over. my legs got pushed apart as the priest stepped between them. his hand ran over my ass, between the crack and downwards following the material of my thong. as he arrived at the front part of the garment, he reached inside it with his fingers, his entire hand and pulled the thong aside, exposing everything, but still letting the material cut into my flesh on the side. horrified i could now feel him rubbing his hard cock over my pussy. he pushed against the opening. i started to struggle, wiggled my body around, made him slip. "Noo, please" i begged silently. "YEEES, PLEASE" india he growled into my ear. “I think you should talk to Caylie about what she is feeling that has made her so cheerful and happy. The list was five very important Masters and Mistresses who had purchased equipment from me over the past several years. Things didn't start as smoothly as she had wished for, her flight was so hysterical she had pitched forward onto all fours when her feet slipped out from under her legs. Well when you said you were taking this bad Slave from my house, I asked Daddy if I could be his for the rest of my life, he accepted me and Heather into his home, and now I am his. “Well? It looked like he was mesmerized. looked like indian it was being misread. So… So I hold myself back…” he said, admitting. Ethan agreed, since he was by himself, plus he did enjoy spending time with india them. Shut up slut u going get everyone attention; “Since mom first moaned. Troy look at Malkor back angrily. At this point death is presumed to have hindu occurred, but in my experience it’s generally about thirty seconds after she shits. Linda began to shake as she too experienced a powerful orgasm. Betty was deepthroating Arthur's giant prick while her mom Nina was licking his shithole, Arthur was using his sluts like he loved too , it was Saturday night so it was party time. She felt like life was passing her by. Sure you could but it would be very hard and the compulsion to stop yourself almost unbearable. She remembered.