Angel loses her anal virginity

Shimmering crystals hung from two chandeliers and a mirror along the far wall reflected the glittering splendor. At least sixty people milled around, chatting and drinking or sampling the hors d'oeuvres laid out buffet style near the bar. Except for head coverings, the cloaks and masks lent everyone an aura of russian sameness. Thia knew that would change when the cloaks came off. She held tightly to Derek’s arm, feeling fear akin to walking through a strange part of town and not knowing who might jump out of a doorway or from behind a building. It was the fear of the unknown. She tugged his sleeve and he leaned his ear to her mouth. “I’m nervous. Please don’t leave me alone.” Derek whispered back, “I'll stay with you every minute. I’ll even go into the bathroom with you if you agree amateur to use the men’s room.” Thia giggled and said, “I may take you up on that.” Drinks and appetizers in hand, they mixed with the other guests. Derek conducted the conversations. Thia gave only short answers to direct questions. The boat slowly moved away from the dock and into the Bay. Thia gripped Derek’s arm again. Oh, she was an idiot. What was she, a quiet, relatively shy, staid accountant doing half-naked on a ship bound for a remote mansion? This was like an old movie where the naive damsel was led to a surprising fate. Her stomach flipped cartwheels and her heart threatened to pound out of her chest. Would they reverse and take her back to the dock if she told Derek she felt sick? Derek provided the only semblance of legitimacy for her being on board. She was attempting to help him by posing as his date and adding to his cover, but that didn’t excuse her dress, or that she was even now heading away from the security teen of the shore. They were among a lot of other fucked hard people, so maybe no one would notice her. In fact, perhaps she and Derek could hang on the perimeter of the party, escaping notice. No, if she asked to go back, how would he investigate? Focusing on the conversation once again, she heard, “Are you going to bid on the slaves tonight?” Derek glanced down at her before replying. “Probably not, though I’m interested to see how it’s handled. I think my companion might object to my adding to our party with a slave girl.” He slid his arm across her shoulders and squeezed her to him. She smiled up at him, wondering what her response to him should be. “Maybe next time.” His fingers curled around her shoulder. He was pleased with her answer. “If they’re selling women, the drugs won’t be far away,” he murmured in her ear as he steered her away from the other couple. “The auction can’t be real.” His frown showed he wasn’t completely sure. “You’re Hardcore doing well, but be careful of what you drink and eat.” For the first time, she noticed Derek still carried his second drink but it had barely been touched. In her nervousness, she’d downed three fruity concoctions and was half-way through her fourth. I couldn't stop myself, If I didn't go now, I would never leave her. I knew fucked hard it must be about 5 AM. Toman and Naci appeared not far from the council chambers. What are you-“ Patricia told me that I could rest, while she told that as for me being her sex slave I must know the rules. Everything! Brian felt bad, but teen he kept his eyes glued to her wriggling body. “Oh amateur yeah, now we’re talkin',” her pussy growled as it sucked in two of Hardcore her fingers. I russian suggested that we take a long hot shower together before I was to take her home. “Don’t stray.”