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What's the story... some maids at the Cruxton Abbey decorate the path for Sir Wragg's afternoon carriage ride...St Jonnie's pics are always good for a story
What's the story... some maids at the Cruxton Abbey decorate the path for Sir Wragg's afternoon carriage ride...
It happens everyday...
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...she negotiates from a weak position...Yep no big deal....now get me down off of this thing before nightfall!!!!!!!!!
...she negotiates from a weak position...
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Time to revive this thread with some more helping hands.
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Well to be honest I was hoping you could find the time to write a short description of what is going on in the picImagine the story behind that ... so many helping hands ... the one holding the whip, the ones holding her bottom ... which to focus on?
Delighted to see that you are reviving the thread melissa. It's one of my favorites.
Well to be honest I was hoping you could find the time to write a short description of what is going on in the pic
OK, with all due respect, madam, but not tooooooooooooooo long pls miss barbaraThinking about it.
This is too much!
or....................At least it's only ropes....that means we will be taken down and given dinner and a bed, right?
Last chance to get a taste. You'll be dead soon. And it's not like you had much else on your schedule.View attachment 428382 My Gods! First the pinned me down on the wood, tied my wrists to the patibulum and nailed my wrists while i kicked and squirmed. That was bad enough! But then the third one decided to whip my chest, while I lay there helpless. Ten lashes he did. Back and forth across my breasts, narrowly missing my poor nipples. But they are hardly through with me. Too the delight of the crowd, which roars with approval, one of the bastards has decided to raise me up and lick me! I dare not give him the satisfaction he desires. I try to force myself to ignore it. But its hard. I feel his fingers digging into my arse cheeks; I feel the tip of his tongue darting ... Noooooooooooo! This is too much!
My God, Jolly, that was cold!!!Last chance to get a taste. You'll be dead soon. And it's not like you had much else on your schedule.