Brutal bdsm and carpet beating

Before I answered I felt the sword on my back Bondage rattle. Was it amused by the situation? Many people before me have tried to master the sword to extreme avoid getting stuck in situations like this. I had no illusions left, I just folded when the sword demanded something. After all the last owner of the sword had lost the sword to me exactly because she tried to master the sword and did not have the needed will power. Sometimes I wondered if I would not have been more simple to get slain on that dreadful day instead of starting this journey of revenge. Remind me to tell you that tale sometime when I am not BDSM busy. Dungeon Suddenly I realized with dread that the sword had stopped to rattle, had I been too slow to react? "I would gladly invite you to tit torture my bed," I said. "Please show me the full extent of your lovemaking." "I thought you would like my offer," he responded with a proud voice. "Let us do it now," I said. Perhaps I could please the sword if I gave my everything to degrade myself by fucking this farmer with delusions of him being great in bed. "Oh, you are an eager bunny," he responded laughing. With one hand holding each girls’ ass he licked one pussy and then the other. Then Ethan turned and left. “Oh, Cernere's black fingers,” moaned Aingeal. The effeminate man emerged quickly from the office, happy to follow James' orders. “You are,” I said. Has anyone seen her!?" It sent those tentacles out before and behind it. “Oooo,” I sniggered as I twisted my finger into her rectum, smiling as her thighs begin to shiver at the feeling, “that wasn’t very pious language. Is he busy now?” She reached out with a finger and touched it then pulled the tit torture fingertip the length of Dungeon my erection. Taking a breath I look from the terrified High Priestess to the people watching from the walls of the citadel. First I was allowed to kiss his bare foot. God damn! MAKE ME CUM!! Forget an education. She shook her head. Me: “yah, about that, well I won’t be home for a while, where are you?” No! We were play acting for each other. Her legs were tightly pulled so wide apart that her cunt was very nearly gaping open. “Well first I want to eat this glorious smelling breakfast, then while I am drinking my coffee, I think I will take BDSM my morning piss and then a nice blowjob would do.” Jim sat up in extreme bed, his Bondage head still a little swimmy after the nights fucking he had gotten. I don’t like his indirect way of answering things. "No!" Jord found himself crying out, with a futile jolt against his binds.