Maggie advised PD to do whatever came to mind. If she had known what kind of thoughts she had been coping with she would not have used those words. The last thing she sees PD sets the hood over her head is him attaching one half of an electrical current to her toes. The circuit is completed shortly afterwards, while she cries at the dark, by a metal wand he can run all over her body. The chair he’s her jumped is not only for decoration. The entire thing serves to make repositioning her holes as simple as possible. When he wishes to fuck her encounter he just leans the best forward underneath her mouth is down at cock amount. If he wishes to pound her cunt he leans down her back to push her pussy forward. When it’s time for your own fucking machine to have a turn that he spins on the wheel again to give it a better angle. The other devious devices PD applications are almost too fucked up to mention. The vending machine, for you, has her nipples bent out of shape. The gas mask gets her gasping for fresh air and just making up a foul stench which PD supplied. Next time Maggie and PD get together she could be careful about the conditions and conditions of their encounter, however, judging from how much she loved what he did to her time, I doubt it.
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