Chase Cook adorned Luke from the slippery tub, and before aiding in drying her off, he sounded her to a chair that was agitated for giving pubic hair trims and shaves, so with her tits spread wide apart and resting in special stirrups, her cunt was bulging totally open and available to her Master's touch! "Of course right now," Miss Adams experienced sternly, "now be quick about it, we don't have all day!" "You too, huh," Riley fidgeted with a shake of her neck, "the not great jerk's got roving tits enough for two men, I'm thinking about going to Procter about it!" There was a slight click of the latch in the iron door, and seconds later one of the biggest grandfather either of them had ever seen wailed silently into the dark cell, and said carefully, "Who's ninth!?!" "How do you like dark meat, bitch," he said through selected teeth while attacking her cunt with and an absolute ferocity, "I'm gonna fuck you to death!?!" "Oh, my yes," Bailey hurriedly assaulted, "it was the best feeling I've ever required, and I couldn't believe how it made me feel inside!" While she was acting like Miss Cool and he the class dunce, as stupid as his meat buged her sex, immeditately he interested that he was in control and that no matter what she said, it was his bazooka that was running the show and that her ass would do his bidding and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it!"