The Crone is always the ruse, the black magic woman who attracts the young, pretty teens to help her with her ‘disability’ and her ‘plight.’ She is obese, appears ‘sickly’, ‘helpless’, ‘depressed’. The girls often have pity on her, with all her ‘homeless things’ weighing down her wheel chair. “Push me somewhere safe dearies, there are bad men always stealing my things.” The girls comply; bring her somewhere ‘safer,’ sometimes, to the ‘safe house’ where she pretends to be staying. A dilapidated shack away from main streets. When the girls help her, her magic makes no one else see, no witnesses.… 続きを読む

The sound of the American teen screaming into tape faded away and was cut off by the bang of the torture chamber door. The elder was left in a daze, his mind wandering into territories of torture and pain about to happen, wondering vaguely how long that poor girl would last in such a room. He forced his mind to return to the preparation room, where the only sounds left were the mewing and sobbing coming from the small Taiwanese girl, and the heavy breathing of the fat Indian r****t, who was leering at the terrified c***d while massaging his erect cock. She dared not look at him, knowing in her… 続きを読む

I could not bear watching anymore. The fat Indian r****t was going to begin undressing poor Nicole Lee with his mouth alone. That was his fetish. I never actually seen him do this but I will once the film is available. The crone had taken over the filming. And I had a choice. Watch again, like I have been doing since I came home. Or proceed to my own little teen, bound, gagged and prepared in my sex room. My own hard on gave me the right answer. The flutters in my stomach was turning into a storm of excitement, getting unbearable, watching my brothers play with their girls while I did no… 続きを読む