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Mother in bondageSam opened the clamp with his thumb and snapped it onto her tender nipple. Alana let out a whimpering gasp, then looked down with swollen, reddened eyes at the metal clamp that bit gently into her brown nipple flesh. Her breathing became rapid and shallow as she darted her eyes first toward Sam, then toward George. Alana looked wildly at the men who had formed a semi-circle in front of her. Some of them were dressed only in their brief. Of these, their cocks either dangled out of the fly-flap or pressed hard against the restraining material. The rest of the men were still dressed. They were the ones who frightened her. They didn't seem excited or very interested in what was going on at all. While Alana sat and squirmed, fighting off the almost overwhelming desire to shriek down the ceiling if she could, they stood calmly with their big arms crossed in front of their chests staring coldly at the strapped-down girl. She could almost feel their icy hostility as they watched her with an air of detachment. "We'll see her dance now," Sam said, chuckling as he motioned George to follow him. "Never knew you black fellas were into this kind of thing," the stable master muttered as he walked over to the little black box set on the wall ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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