mia wallace xxx cams Now I was able to see what was behind it.
A rather large square room, all the walls and ceiling of which were painted black and speckled with large blood-red runes, hung several paintings of various sizes in chic frames depicting nude beauties and sex scenes, the floor was covered with burgundy carpet.
Near the right wall was a huge black cross surrounded by red candles, next to it were two large black tables, with shiny chains hanging along the edges.
In the middle of the room there was a small square podium covered with black velvet, to the left of it there was a black leather gynecological chair.

Near the left wall was the real throne the color of blood, on which lay a short black rod.
The room was lit by hundreds of randomly arranged, small candles.
Gothic.
Suddenly, in the opposite wall of the torture chamber (as I called it for myself behind the glass), a dark passage formed.
With a quick step, a woman appeared on her way to the throne — she looked about 30 years old, with a shock of long ruby ??red hair and a black diadem crowning her head, a tall, slender beauty whose whole body was intertwined with tight straps that barely concealed a full third-size chest narrowing in the lower abdomen and passing between the appetizing hemispheres of her ass.

Sitting on her own, obviously, rightful place, she clapped her hands three times and looked expectantly at the passage from which she had left.
After a few moments, a long-haired blonde with a long, floor-length dark robe and a red, grotesquely smiling mask hiding her face emerged from there (I defined the floor on my chest, seen in a loose-haired section).
Her exact copy of it followed, only a brunette.
She was carrying a medical gurney behind her, on which the girl was lying, and behind the gurney another maid was pushing (and I invented a name with it) with red hair. webcam dog play
Following the first “sick”, two more maidservants (a blond and light-colored blonde) imported the second.
Last came the sixth copy with snow-white hair, the passage slowly closed behind it.
Directly in front of me on the glass in the lower part appeared two small separate sectors, in which photos of the girls imported on gurneys were displayed.
To my left, I was smiling at a very beautiful dark-skinned girl, with curly black hair, stunning brown eyes and sensual lips.

From the data records below, I found out that her name is Ksyusha, she is 22 years old, she has a one-year-old child, she is not married, and she is a photo model by profession.
To my right a very pretty young blue-eyed blonde was looking at me.
Ira, 16 years old, first year college student.
I was slightly shocked by what I read, especially about the age of Ira – on the other hand, it will add pepper, definitely! While I was studying the information, the maids lifted the girls, chained their hands to bracelets descending from the ceiling on chains (Ksyusha and Ira hung weak-handed dolls on them), and their legs, slightly apart, to the floor.
Then they put wide black bandages over their eyes and surrounded the captives.
Now I saw that both girls are very slim and elegant.
Ksyusha is a little taller, dressed in a white beacon, from which one can see the straps of a white bra, narrow blue jeans with a low waist and sandals.
Irina was wearing a summer sea-green short dress and, judging by the two dark circles, she didn’t wear a bra that day, but the triangle of panties was guessed under the dress, she also had sandals on her legs.

Bring them to life! – Powerfully commanded the queen.
The maids immediately brought some rags to the girls’ faces (obviously, alcohol) – the girls woke up a few moments later.
What’s happening? – Ksyusha tried to move, but the chains clearly hindered.
What’s the matter?! Where I am?! – Ira seems to panic when she realizes that she is connected.
Greetings! – The queen smiled, watching their attempts to free themselves.
Who you are?! – Ksyusha twitched more and more and tried to remove the bandage.
What do you want?! – Ira also tried to escape.
My name is Jeanne, I am the queen.
And you, pussies, got into my harem.
– queen purred.
What a harem ?! You are sick! Let go immediately! – Ksyusha was breaking out with all her might, but everything was empty – the steel chains could not be broken.
My harem.
You will become my concubines.
– Jeanne continued to watch with a smile.
They will look for us! My parents will be looking.
– Irin voice began to break.
ABOUT.

This is not a problem, believe me.
I have time to have fun with you.
– The queen assured me, – and now undress them, I want to see everything.
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