ARNOLD
I stand at the edge of the bed, watching as my men take turns f*****g Margaret. Her moans and screams of pleasure fill the room, a symphony of lust and desire. I can see the pure ecstasy on her face as she takes their c***s, one after the other. Her body glistens with sweat, and her holes are slick and ready for more.
A few of my men stand beside me, whispering and grinning like fools. I turn to them, a knowing smile spreading across my face. "What's so funny, you idiots?" I ask, my voice low and teasing.
One of them, a young witch with a mischievous glint in his eye, leans in and says, "Nothing, boss. Just thinking about how lucky we are to have such a willing and eager f**k toy."
I chuckle, a deep, throaty sound that echoes through the room. "Oh, you have no idea. That wine
