He smirked at the rope marks on her skin!
Chinese Torments by Damian
He dragged her into a cell that was furnished as a comfortable bedroom- in a brothel. But the object before her made her stomach knot with acid fear and revulsion. It was a wooden barrel with a mock horse head at one end. It was the phallus in the saddle ... Do you want to know how this story ends? Click here.
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