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Being situated within the center of the manor the room had no windows, built by Anthony a few weeks ago for this sole purpose. Anthony laid Annabelle upon the bed, smiling excitedly at the prospects that awaited, studying her angelic body for a moment. Before retrieving a small wooden jewelry box from under the bed opening it to reveal a thick leather collar, spaced evenly along the outside of the collar were a dozen metal brackets with electronic-coils attached, underneath was lined with hundreds of protruding tiny copper prongs barely visible to the naked eye. Anthony carefully worked the collar around Annabelle's neck, clipping doggystyle the specially made clasp Bubble Butt which required a key that hung from Anthony's.With an approving smile, Anthony turned to find his wife huddled against the door frame, a troubled expression upon her pale face as she stared down at the unconscious girl, who would soon awaken into a real-life nightmare. "Go do something productive," he snapped as he passed her, making Erica jump at his harsh tone before hurrying off down the hall, as he closed the door behind him. Anthony gave little thought of Annabelle as he went about his normal routine, as if kidnapping was an everyday matter to him. Truthfully he just felt relieved that it was finally over, after months of scheming to cover every angle , it had all gone perfectly to plan making him giddy as he entered his workshop. About an hour later Annabelle's eyes began flickering as she started to come around, frowning from the brightness that forced her to close them. For several moments she looked around puzzled by her desolate surroundings, still very druggy from the effects of the sedative. Yet at the sudden awareness of the throbbing pain coming from her thigh, her memories came flooding back in a flash. Her confusion turn to panic as she jumped from the bed, hurrying towards the door expecting it to be locked, which caused her to pause nervously as it simply opened with a turn of the knob. For a moment a cumshot war raged within Annabelle's head, between her rational mind encouraging her to be cautious, and the blind panic side that continuously screamed for her to run. Choosing to trust her instincts Annabelle crept out into the hall, whose oak wooden panels reflected the haunted glow of the overhead light-fixtures. orgasm At one end of the hall she could see a set of stairs, with windows revealing a night sky beyond, making her wonder what exactly has big cock been happening to her over the course of the day. As she slowly made her way towards the stairs she passed elegant looking furniture and decor lining the hall, making her feel as if she fallen into a movie scene if not for the sheer terror that filled her veins with adrenaline. Annabelle frowned disconcertingly upon reaching the stairs noticing the thickness of the windowpanes, as she descended she came out at the end of a similar looking hallway. “Fuck those tits are godly.” Michael said, staring at them. I never Bubble Butt would have touched my daughters if they didn't want me to.” Ummph!!” Tom can’t even finish his words as his cock throbs and cumshot his cum leaking from the tips, all over his fingers and shaft. For whatever reason, I didn’t feel much like orgasm having eggs, again. I opted for a nice bowl of Froot Loops. “Is that true, Bridget? That’s you by the way. "Take them off. Deen is loving and caring, like you are, but he’s not passionate in that raw, physical sense, like you are”, she murmured, running her fingers all over Prem’s hair. *”Sorry.” Chloe sat up, ground her pussy one last time into his tongue and then climbed off. Buzzing in rapture, I broke the kiss and rose. Gail was ready now and moved up to my mouth, let me lick my cum off her face and then whispered... doggystyle I grinned, nodded, and bent over till my face was in his lap. “And you could count down from ten before I delivered.” Little did she know that her missing daughter was buried between Heather’s thighs. After all, some peoples revulsion of Jawas were that they didn't trust them, stemming from how you could never see their faces. Though his eyes were enamored with her bouncing breasts, he out reached to her, taking the woman's head in his hands as he had held her daughter's. As each the slaves sat with their legs folded beneath them the pile of presents was hard to miss. The next week we met a man call Joe who was in his forties he big cock was a pleasant man and I had Linda already naked when he arrived he complimented her on her beauty and said she was more than he was expecting.