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She grabbed your face and slapped it hard, but you kept looking straight ahead. Then as the underwear was pulled out babe of your mouth, you tried to breath in as much as possible. The air smelled distinctly of sex, no doubt because you had cum all over the floor. The woman only gave you a few seconds before moving forward. The feeling of her skin against your face, the definite odor of her pussy, you didn’t even register what you were doing before you found yourself desperately licking her pussy.” “Ugh” the woman grunted “Not so fast.” She pulled your head away. “You need to learn patience slut” You nodded in defeated agreement and waited until she released your head. Waiting to be told to do. So, this is what it means to be broken, you think to yourself. Finally, after an agonizingly long time “You can lick her” a man side. Like a dog finally given her treat, you immediately began running your tongue over her pussy. The moans that escaped her lips didn’t dissuade you – no, rather they made you feel powerful for a juicy change. This you could do. Again, and again you licked, savoring the taste of her pussy, the liquid running over your tongue until finally you could feel her losing control, she was shaking. Losing control, you thought. Just a little amateur more and she would cum. But it wasn’t to be. “Stop” both men said, and immediately she stepped back. “You will be as trained as she is when we are done, Amber” The voice – still so familiar – was now confirmed, caused you to shiver. It was his belt that the woman had used, it was his ropes that tied her up, and this was his ploy. Your husband. “Come here” he called again. Obediently, you crawled on all fours to the man clearly responsible for this sexy night. “Have you learned your lesson, Amber?” the man said. “Yes, Sir” “Are you going to be a good little slut?” “Yes, Sir” “Do you think you have earned your collar yet?” Confused, but desperately wanting his approval you said again “Yes, Sir” “We will see…” he replied, “I need you to masturbate for me.” “You see, we have an audience and they wouldn’t want to be displeased”. “Yes, Sir” you replied. You tried to stand up but the sting of a mans hand across your face put you back on all fours. “Sluts should shower know their place. You can impress me only by doing that. I lined up and pushed in. I felt a slight resistance. She slid off, her breasts gliding against my back. juicy See there is a moral, you got to keep paying hush money or you go down. The first demon had reached one of the archways. It seemed like anything anybody ever did in first year was cry, and I wanted to be the pillar of strength so badly. “A cake.” This time my feet trembles and I fall on my knees. Finally I backed off and went out to see if the car started and it did.Checking to see no warning lights on I pulled babe the cables off and got back in.I instructed Eve to go ahead if there is a problem to pull over.She gave me a big hug and kiss saying thank you again and I followed her home. They felt cold again, from a fresh coat of lube he’d apparently applied. Tina gave me one more passionate kiss and then shooed me out the door. Ursula dropped her head like she was giving confession, “Yes Mommy,” was all sexy she said. Fucking guys, probably finding some dumb guy to trap and be her living ATM. Her son’s age. shower You're a little tranny whore!" I could certainly understand why Dr. Mann amateur had lied to the press. I need to watch their eyes and facial expressions.” I stared down at the black rock he was gesturing to. Ephus was there catching her as she was again heading toward the floor.