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I half dragged her down to the basement. Indianporn I walked around to where her head hung over the edge of the table. “You will use your mouth on me,” I snarled, “and if there is even a hint that you might bite, you will regret it for the short rest of you life.”
With tears running down her face she opened my trousers and took me into her mouth. I backhanded her across the face, knocking her to the floor. In the morning I went back to the basement with a tin cup holding a scant mouthful of water and a small crust of bread. She tried to bite my tongue. With a smirk he walked up to her and roughly squeezed her breast.