The only sound in the room was Janice’s anguished, muted protests. The Eurasian woman drained her glass and licked her lips in anticipation of this last, most painful assault. Kuribashi was staring at her fiercely, his lips drawn tight in an appreciative grimace. The Caucasian man stood next to the frightened young woman and drew his hand across her exposed p***y lips. He rubbed them gently, prying them apart with his fingers and teasing the nub of pleasure at their apex until they began to spread wide and engorge with blood. Janice moaned and whined, hating her responsiveness to his efforts, her whole body still throbbing and aching from the blows of the bamboo pole. When his hand withdrew, Janice steeled herself for the assault on her puffy, moist s*x. She whined and moaned, praying in h
