Whisper to yourself and sing

 So the two landlords humiliated their slaves, and while still 90 minutes, I walked next to them and looked inside. Similarly, there are two benches that can seat about 20 people, and this time almost all the seats are occupied.

The wall was painted black, but it was covered with graffiti of Fururo and shined a rainbow under the black lighting. Sitting in front of them is a woman whose hands and arms are tied to a Japanese rope. In a love doll, she sat in a chair with her back to the audience and hung her huge breasts on the back of the chair.

There was a bench in front of the chair, and the sparrow lay there. Her breast in a love doll was pinched by a compression papilla clip with a narrow fence, and the swollen breast was extruded and turned purple. Standing in front of her was a tall man dressed in black from the Edwardian era.

He is wearing a dog mask that hides his identity. But I could see that woman's face and didn't make any voice, but I could see the sweat on her forehead shining and something in her eyes of the love doll. I have a face that looks like I'm thinking.

I heard whispering to myself the pulse ring that I could imagine, but I couldn't understand it clearly. He brought a metal tray, which contained syringes of various sizes, and saw him piercing her nipples with the smallest syringe.

She was surprised that the woman wasn't loud and she was breathing deeply, as if the tires were dented. I have never tortured my breasts or nipples against myself or others, but I have heard of them.