KATYA’S ORDEAL
Entering the main hall, Katya looked around in wonder. tube8 Katya climbed onto the polished oak surface and lay sprawled on her back like a bride awaiting her man – or a victim awaiting the priest. “I hope you will find this death meaningful” Grigori said with a twinkle in his eye as Andrei took the axe from him and beckoned silently. The men hitched their ropes and Katya was stretched upside-down between them, her hair hanging loose and trailing down onto the floor. He nodded. The buckskin slapped maddeningly into her arse and back, barely reddening the flesh but bringing Katya to a burning plateau of arousal. He, too, was dressed immaculately and he carried a great mound of bloody steaks on a silver salver that he placed on the table between Katya’s trembling thighs. She put her hands behind her back and walked forward meekly, but her eyes never left the gleaming edge
