“Oh my fucking god! Indian Sex I looked back to see the blood running from her abused vagina and over his shaft, lubricating his rape of her. It was easier to capture her than I had thought it would be. I grabbed her tied wrists and drug her across the gravel and into the house, down the stairs, and into her new room. Oh yes, I was going to make her earn her meals and so far, she’d earned about ten noodles worth. “PLEASE STOP STOP! I began the drive to my home, being sure to take a few extra miles to enjoy watching her struggle. I’d seen her dancing many times, always the star of the show. In the middle of a low growl from Constantine Melanie’s shrill voice filled the air. I couldn’t have planned it better myself, as everyone else was still watching the end of the show, there was literally no one to witness her capture. What to do, what to do, I thought. What to do, what to do, I thought. PLEASE! “Ah yes, my pet. I could feel her body pulsing with her need to orgasm and finally I allowed her to cum. The water was frigid, just as I’d planned.
