To most Mena was nothing to look at but little did her employers know she was a diamond in the rough. Dave was upstairs snuggling up with the comforte... when he heard the back door shut. It startled him at first, then he remembered Mena was in the house. He figured she was probably shaking the rugs or taking out the trash. He sat on the edge of the bed and tried to gather his thoughts. Soon he could hear the sweet sound of a beautiful song coming from the backyard. He rose up and made his way to. She was loving all of this–the fucking, the dirty talk, the degradation! She was so turned on being treated like and called a whore. It made her so hot!I said, "You like being used, don't you! You like being fucked in the ass like a used whore, don't you!" Through her heavy breathing, she said, "Yes! Yes! Use me! Please, use your dirty whore!" I said, "I'm using your nasty whore ass for my pleasure!" She loved that. "Yes! Fuck me like the filthy whore that I am!" she moaned.I couldn't believe. 39 came crawling to Trisha’s bed side with her eyes down. Trisha decided she’d grow to like this girl, with time. “Lick me again.” Several orgasms in Trisha stopped her slave and presented her with a thick choke chain collar. She wore the thick heavy chain with great grief. Trish then clipped a dog leash that was nailed to the floor, not three feet of length, to 39’s collar. “sit, stay” Trish giggled as she grabbed a tube of lube and a six inch long, three inch thick butt plug. Trish lubed it. It was busy, full of people having a few after work drinks, office types mainly but also a few guys from the nearby building sites, your usual London crowd. The Grapes is one of those Gastro Pubs, good wine, good food, a little smarter than your normal pub but still open to the odd builder as long as they had a shirt on. The atmosphere was pretty lively considering it was just past 5.30pm. I spotted Amber and the guys from work at the far end of the bar and jostled my way through the crowd to.