Long Blonde Teen Nailed By Fat Old Man

Several people had gathered around the table where the scream had come from. They spread out to allow him in to watch as well. The first thing teen he saw was a pool of blood on the table. Its source was a severed finger, obviously a woman's. The two occupants of the table were a man in a cowboy had and a woman with golden curly hair. Neither was the owner of the finger. Another woman with short black hair was lying on the floor at the man's feet, cradling her hand. The man was holding a knife with blood on it. He was pointing the tip down, digging into the table. The woman sitting at the table looked afraid as he took her hand and lick spread her fingers out on the table. He then moved the knife so it was resting in the space between her thumb and her index finger. Floyd recognized the game they were about to play. The point was to stab in-between the fingers with the knife as fast as possible while trying not mess up and hit them. Obviously the crying girl on the floor had lost. Once he was pleased with his audience the man with the hat began to stab the table in-between the blonde woman's amateur fingers. She watched with obvious fear as he came close to cutting her several times. The audience gasped each time as well. The man was quite skilled though and would not make a mistake on accident. Floyd had already come to the conclusion that he must have intended to cut off the other woman's finger. Suddenly the man's expression changed. He grinned cruelly as he aimed the knife at the woman's hand intentionally. Seeing and predicting this, the woman pulled her hand back. This did not sit well with the audience who all booed her. It was not interesting to see her escape injury. "Do it properly," they taunted her. "I'm not going to let him maim me," she spat. "This is barbaric. We aren’t in the old west." "She thinks this is like the old west," the man blonde with the knife laughed. "Shall we show her what the old west was like?" Floyd was pushed out of the way as one of the audience members left the table. He went straight for the bar where the bartender had already retrieved a rope from somewhere out of sight. Floyd got a better look at it when the man brought it back. More than a rope, it was a fully tied noose. The moment the blonde woman saw it she screamed. She tried to back away from the table but the man with the knife grabbed her by the wrist. He twisted her arm behind her back and pressed his knife small tits to her throat threateningly. She whimpered as he steered her away from the table and toward the stairs next to the bar that led up to the balcony. Floyd felt the desire to interfere creeping up inside him but his own fascination and fear kept him in check. He also needed her to be facing away from him. I don't have any attributes blonde that a young man can brag about. My back arched as I gagged but he pulled right back out. "I think we should have small tits some fun!" As a freshman, she was also one of the most lick well-known. She was the type teen of girl I thought I could only dream about. Sheryl rolled her eyes. I felt it wouldn't last long though I felt it would amateur be enough to finish this with her. The next morning I woke up and they were both gone to their separate jobs. He heard it but didn’t respond, instead, he sits down on her bed, making himself comfortable between two sweet stuffed animals. "All that depends on two things.