The whole time their cameras were going off, but I was at the point where I just did not care anymore. Lol. I remember hearing Jeff say, “Holy fuck ...his is so fucking hot. Four more to go. Ya”“Pardon?” I replied, “two plus four makes six so two more to go!”“Ok. I guess you’re right.” He answered.So, the fifth ball was getting harder to push in but actually it was the seventh ball, but I had to push a little harder and it slipped in. Last ball in hand as I held it by my asshole it did not want. “Good Girl.” Another hard pinch on her other nipple, a sharp intake of breath. She wanted to show Him she could endure his ministrations so she sat still and tried to inhale. Sweat building rapidly, glistening her tits, thin tracks sliding down, lingering on her swollen, fat nipples for a brief moment, and then dropping tiny gobbets onto the very tops of her thighs. The pain was concentrated and intense. It felt like her entire chest was engulfed in flames and that two hot poker irons were. A large wickerwork basket in the corner of my bedroom contains all my fancy dress outfits and I was having a nice quiet evening on my own so I decided to drag everything out to see what I had before making any decisions. As soon as I discovered the ‘she-devil’ outfit that I wore last year it brought the memories flooding back. We sell a wide range of sexy outfits in the adult boutique where I work but they’re much too tame for one of Erica Smith’s sex parties so I decided to make my own costume. "Mrs. Maggs, are you in there?" One moment...be right there." She opened the door as if she had ran a marathon. Her face was very flushed and she seemed out of breath. I thought nothing of it and she invited me in. She showed me that she needed me to collate her files. I thought back to all the time I wasted at school. Instead of goofing off I could have worked harder and not have to 'slave' for this woman. The work was about as boring as it gets with little there to entertain me. Mrs. Maggs.