But it didn’t matter to Mehmet. Looking down at her toy, Greta readied herself for another swing, Hasan still pounding relentlessly into her arse. “Please can you fuck this…this slut?” she asked, only belatedly aware of the heels rapping on the floor. When Greta whistled, Hasan went over to receive instructions. Once Olivia’s mouth was stuffed with cotton wool, Greta relaxed and looked down at her handiwork. One thing had changed; her eyes now stared back with a certain hardness. While he enjoyed causing pain to the girls trapped here, he didn’t enjoy procedures like Olivia’s. Although she tried to evade it, the unknown invader was forced up her hole, its width slightly painful as it was forced deeply in then whatever it was slowly slid out before slamming back in.
