It was another suffocating night under the unyielding glare of Los Angeles. The air inside the exclusive Hollywood Hills venue, thick with the cloying scent of money and false smiles, had become unbearable for Melissa Mason. At 38, her striking, ethnica...
In every new batch there is always the stubborn mouthy one. "I'll never be a slave...whatever you do to me...I'd rather die...!" and suchlike rubbish.
The others can watch her put onto the spiked bench, hooks through her tits, raped and given a good... moreIn every new batch there is always the stubborn mouthy one. "I'll never be a slave...whatever you do to me...I'd rather die...!" and suchlike rubbish.
The others can watch her put onto the spiked bench, hooks through her tits, raped and given a good thrashing while the irons are heating up. She probably won't be saleable by the end but it may persuade the others to change their minds by watching.
