Foreword
You're nothing but a whore," said Carmela, "When I'm done perhaps, I'll leave you here for the jaguars." Sarah strained against the handcuffs. The weight of Carmela's body pushed her into the ground, and then Carmela took Sarah's hair, and pulled on it to turn Sarah's head towards her , and snaked her tongue into Sarah's mouth. Sarah moaned, then unclenched her teeth. The tongue shot inside, and their tongues pushed against each other. Their breathing became fast.
"Yes," Carmela said, "So much for your inhibitions." Her hand grabbed Sarah's cunt, felt the heat of its pulsating desire, and then she shot her fist up inside. It was like diving into a warm bath. Sarah shrieked with pain and then as Carmela's fist worked around inside her, Sarah began to writhe with passion.