Backstage Pass 4 Things Get Rough
What followed was a stream of filthy invective from that jewel-like mouth that would have made a sailor blush. Clearly, her pain and shame at the gang bang had instantly turned to ire and refusal to co-operate with us. Little did she know she was playing into our cruel hands. “Get the instrument bag,” ordered Bill, snapping the ball gag back in place. “Get the flogger first while Alastair recovers from his fuck and sets up the electronics.” Harold reached down into a canvas duffel bag...