The rape was lengthy. It began on the bed, interrupted by a hammering. Then, continued on the floor-a tough frigging. Then, he set her up, pushed his man sausage down her facehole to make her gag. But, he was not done-oh no. In the bedroom the rape continued. Aggressive at times, he coerced himself on her and did all sorts of things. When he was done, his stream was deep inwards her and she was a mud. He made her dress-then it was time to go to the were where he would learn about Paul from her. He brought her in harshly, unwrapping her, then sticking her head on the cement floor-knocking her unstable. He hooked her up to the equipment and let her think on it. When he came back, he woke her up with water. Then, he hooked her up to his instrument and gave her the opportunity to converse. She, still did said she did not no anything. He still did not believe her. He commenced outrageous her. The moist sponge worked well. The slaves typically did not ground well to the floor. She had a iron midbody belt on that was flawless. The loop was closed and every time he kneaded her with that sponge, she popped, shook and grimaced as the mayo ran thru her. It did not take lengthy before she was prepared to converse. But, she indeed did not seem to know anything. Instead, he let her down with a faux promise to free her in interchange for a great inhale job. And-she gave him one-like her life depended on it. It didn't of course, but, she didn't need to know. She worked him up and eventually he let it all shoot firm against the back of her facehole. He restricted his manstick on her until he was done, then pulled out. She let the leftovers run down her chin. He was sated. She did fine. He stood her back up and, this is always his dearest part as they ask to be let go-he had promised. Well, promised from a drug supplier mean poop. He hooked her back up and for more joy, observed her wiggle some more. When he fatigued of the refreshment, he positioned the soaked humid sponge right up against her neck and confined it..and restricted it..and restrained it. He confined it, observed her eyes, her wiggling face and bod, slobber pouring out. He observed until he knew her life had concluded. When he eliminated the sponge, her head slumped. Her bod fell slack. She just draped there, the flesh around her forearms scrunched up from the weight of her lifeless figure pulling her down. He looked her over, the ambled off. He would have someone take her down afterwards and dispose of her. Now-where was Paul?