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Sometimes she couldn’t help but imagine the people massage she worked with seeing her at this moment of utter submission - and a shiver would run through her entire body. Then she and Don would watch together; he in his chair, she on her lingerie hands and knees. But that wasn’t all, not nearly. Whenever he felt like it - during commercials, for instance - Don would remove his feet from her back and sit forward in his chair. Then he would begin to fondle Anita, lightly stroking with his fingertips the welts he had pussy raised on her behind and thighs, wetting his fingers in her pussy, teasing the entrance to her anal passage, even kneeling and straddling her from behind, seizing her by the hips and crudely rubbing his erection stripping up and down between her ass cheeks. Oh god, if she hadn’t felt creampie completely like his slave-girl and possession by then this treatment never failed to cast its spell over her. And she was not permitted to move. Nor was she allowed to moan, whimper or cry out, no matter what the provocation. Though she always did. This was partially because she couldn’t help it, of course, but also because the punishment for disobedience was yet another hard slap on the behind for each infraction. Sometimes she was so noisy that she was ordered upstairs - still on hands and knees - to fetch her ball-gag and bring busty it back to him, dangling by its strap from her teeth. On these occasions she often had to make more than one trip in order to fetch one or more of her other toys - dildos, plugs, vibrators, paddles, whips - for Don to use on her after firmly placing the ball-gag in her mouth and fastening it tightly. Of course, even a ball-gag couldn’t prevent her from making noises sometimes, and drooling on the carpet was also a spankable offense. Maybe that was the best part: being slowly and relentlessly reduced to little more than a primal, aching need for release, unable to speak, knowing that Don knew exactly where and when to stop, leaving her trembling on the edge of orgasm while he replaced his feet on her back and ignored her for the next fifteen, twenty minutes or more. Letting her settle down before beginning all over again. Then again. And again… By the end of the evening Anita was often unable to rise to her feet. Don would help her rise to her knees, then gently remove the ball-gag from her mouth if it was in use. This was not because they were finished. Don would continue standing there in front of her while she collected herself. And then she would bow to him as before, face to the floor, arms extended, fingertips touching his feet, before looking up at him and beginning to beg: “Please fuck me, Master.” Often they were both so aroused by then that this was all that was needed. But oh, how she loved it when he made her continue to beg for what she wanted, in filthy detail. “I’m your slave, Master, yours to use and fuck in any way you choose. Please honor your slave with your cock in my mouth, my pussy, my ass, anywhere you like. THE END…For Now… I’m sorry. Until then I'll do my best to stay out of the way." Don’t ever do that again,” and stepped into my embrace, slapping my arm. I almost hoped to see Mr. Kase, but he wasn’t in that day. We were adventurous sexually and highly compatible, as simple as that. And when we got to her door, I leaned in and gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek. With this warm weather, they were naked, though not Leah, who was sitting on the floor. To which the other guys laughed, I turned beat red further and sat down with my hands covering my cock. After the door was locked both girls attacked me. A smile appears on her face. Wrap your arms around her legs too, just like you did in the video." lingerie They looked at each other in the eyes for a few seconds creampie then he kissed her briefly. “Sorry bro”, I replied, “but right now only one man has that privilege. Johnny had to react, and fast. It compelled me to drive my pussy down his cock, my juicy cunt enveloping massage him. She was now shaking in her bright red boots. Shit.” Alyssa said. “No one’s listening, and no one cares.” I replied. It is right to grow horny when your mother spanks you. “Too much?” she pussy asked. By the time we got in the house Dave let Tyson out the back I stood Kate in the kitchen still naked with Tyson cum running down the insides of her legs and cum soaked stockings I unclipped the lead from her collar but leaving the collar on I told her when I put the collar on her she will do busty as she was told once I or Dave had finished with her we will remove it and play times over and told her never to wear knickers again she just smiled and said yes Amy. I had no control at all, and my pleasure and the manner in which I received it was decided solely by the one under the table. “Uncle Chuck! Too intricate. She had taken her knickers off. Having heard, I fetched the letter from the cook wondering who’s writing to me here? I looked at several that were interesting, but didn’t manage to find ‘the one’. Both thrilling and humiliating her. "Bend over slut," he commanded, standing right behind her with his cock against her hip. After nealy 10mins she got a call on intercom and she waakes to sign some files as someone she admitted was going home after successful surgery, he also gave her a relly nice looking card made by his daughters and also gave her a hug, she was more happy, her birds of happiness were flying in clear sky. Well, so much for my quiet first night in Paris! Max emptied in her and tried to pull out. Heather told us when she got home yesterday her father was home when she went in the house naked. “You want me to…?” Chapter 6 He let go of my jaw and I heard movement just before I felt something firm yet wonderfully soft touching my lips. She said weakly. This week…my third week of deliveries…this was stripping the week that changed me from A delivery guy to THE “delivery” guy!