Michael released her nipple and slowly dragged the pliers over hertits. "NOOO!... Don't stop... Hurt my fat slut-tits... Please don't stoplover... Hur... my cow-tits... Pinch them... Grab them with your pliers and twistthem... Please!" the whore begged. Cumbag wiggled her tits as well as she could with all of the handsalready squeezing them. She then tried to thrust her hips out, pushing her cuntforward to Michael. That was also nearly impossible with all of the fingersfucking in and out of her. ?Um ? what ? I don’t understand.??WHAT ARE YOU? Tell me what you are!??Oh, I am a slut Mistress? blushes Tabby as she begins to hump her cunt against my hand.?Tell Henri whose slut you are.?Her blush deepens, ?I am Mistress’s Slut.? Her moans quicken as she gets closer to cumming. ?I am Mistress’s dirty slut.??Mmmm yes, you are my Slut.? My hand continues its thrusting into her dripping cunt while the other fingers tug hard on her clit. ?I think my Slut wants to cum.??Ohhhh, yes, please. I turned around to disentangle myself when Nick’s eyes opened. ‘Morning sleepyhead,’ I said with a smile. ‘Olivia,’ he whispered, and before I knew it, Nick’s mouth had found mine. I received his kiss, his lips warm and inviting in the slightly chilled room. His hand reached up to grip my head, fingers tangling in my hair, holding my lips against his until I let him slip his tongue inside my mouth. ‘Come here,’ I whispered, and drew him on top of me, only to roll him onto his back. We kept. Nina liked to think that several people would also be imagining themselves being spanked and caned, and Nina always loved the thought that whilst she had been brave enough, or at least tipsy enough, to tell Miss Millie about the discipline regime at home, she doubted that others would have the same courage. Of course, it was, ‘Dutch,’ courage given the drink that had been involved, but that didn’t stop Nina knowing that what was happening was right for her, not sexually, at least not during the.