“Roll over now” Vasiliki told the redhead in an urgent, thrilling voice and she lay down alongside her to begin decorating the flawless milky-whiteness of her back, buttocks and thighs with more stinging, bloody tracery. Her crisis was imminent and her fingers still busy between her legs, tremors making her tight arse quiver and her long lashes flutter at every fresh wound carved into her yielding flesh. “If I just cut a little deeper,” Vasiliki whispered, dragging the gleaming steel over her shoulder-blade “I could flay you alive and watch you bleed to death while you frig your wet cunt”. “Please” the English girl begged. “Do it deeper! Kill me”! Vasiliki smirked as she drew the sharp edge over the sensitive skin where Amy’s upper thighs joined the globes of her arse amateur and watched thin streams of blood run into the warm crevices. “They all want that” she said absently, toying with the ivory hilt. “They all want that” Susan confirmed from where she now knelt behind Carissa, pressing sweet, teasing kisses onto her reddened arsehole and soaking her fingers in the thick wetness of her cunt. “Sacrifice this one to me, and you may kill Amy”. Angered, Vasiliki stabbed Amy, a second time - sliding the tip sideways into her taut buttock. “It’s only a dream” she spat. “She wants it and I want it, but it cannot be”. “My poor Vasso” Susan replied, indian and immediately there was Solo a rasping cry from Carissa as two toes were suddenly and brutally rammed into her arse. Susan worked them in and out and added more, pushing in as far as the ball of her foot. “There is none so blind” she mused in her native English - which she knew Vasiliki could understand. “Kill me” Carissa panted, lifting a face drenched with tears and tensing her shoulders to take the pain of Susan’s whole foot masturbation sliding inside her. “Impale me” she sobbed and then pressed her own fist into her mouth, gnawing at the knuckle to stifle any further indiscretion. Susan was expressionless as she focused completely on her merciless reaming of the tight arse yielded up to her, treading down and grinding Carissa’s clit onto the mattress. Vasiliki also returned to her play. She sat astride Amy’s thighs and ran the knife almost mechanically over her back and shoulders but when she brushed the auburn curls away from the girl’s neck she backed away, shocked, her hand flying to her mouth. Looking from Susan to Amy’s yellow tattoo and back she frowned in concentration for a moment as the full truth sank home. “ The Yellow Sign ” Amy said, in English. “She has already vanished without trace” Susan said without looking away from Carissa, still churning her foot inside her. “Her name is with the King in Yellow; Amy no longer exists in life. I was offering myself to Ben; not my son. “Mind how you go there, bouncy hunter,” Wagner quips, repeating the pun he seems to think clever, and on cue from somewhere off camera the ropes round Ja-Alixxe’s ankles are jerked behind her with such force her feet leave the floor. This time, it wasn't my cum staining her. Just be good and I’ll come back and play with you.” Girls were attracted to them like moths to a flame. I stood amateur at the Solo foot of the bed and slowly crawled up. she keep saying is ok and i do joke at times that masturbation she can always find a gigolo or a fuck buddy. “Scoop,” Lady Jaye uttered softly. Both had their eyes glued to the proceedings. Now to get dressed, she pulled out a black lacy bra from her underwear drawer; then snapped it and arranged the indian cups over her size 36C breasts.