Control!I pull out a pair of handcuffs. She offers no resistance as I gently pull her arms behind her. Click-click-click-click! Locked in position.... "I'm going to give you a little time to think about how you can use your mouth hole better." I drag over a standing mirror, placing it directly in front of her. "See that? That's what a cumslut looks like."She closes her eyes. I smack her lightly on the cheek. "Open your fucking eyes, bitch. Look at what you've become!"Hmm... needs a. "In the playpen, Daphne was sitting with her back to the watching women.PJ sat directly in front of her with his legs crossed, his white patentMaryjanes tucked under opposite knees, a profusion of white frilly laceeither side of his pink satin-clad crotch. Daphne sat with her legssplayed helplessly wide, due to the wad of bulky cloth between herthighs, her frothy white petticoats poking out everywhere under hercute little lavender frock. PJ glanced over the sitting baby's shoulderand wriggled. Oh yeah!“Even if she hadn’t said anything, Bob would have known she was there. Her pussy rippled and spasmed all around his prick, and her abdominal muscles went into a spasm too as she lost the rhythm and just wiggled, impaled on his shaft. He squeezed and mauled her tender nipples as she rode the crest of an orgasm that made her hold her breath with its intensity. Her head went back and she looked like she was screaming at the moon, though she made no sound at all other than a drawn out. ’ ‘What? Where has the morning gone?’ The clown looked around him in an exaggerated way and looked back at her and grinned, ‘I can’t see it.’ ‘Thanks.’ ‘It’s okay, I’m Ray.’ ‘Oh hi, I’m Dylan. What do you do besides cleans windows and have sex with frustrated wives and widows?’ ‘I date. Want one?’ She looked puzzled. ‘Cripes are you thick. Do you want a date?’ ‘I don’t clean windows.’ He sighed and said, ‘Fair go, you are tough going.’ Dylan refrained from asking what. ‘Want to come out tonight.