Masood looked back, the woman, she looked more like a girl, was awake but slumped in the seat. She was small. She was wearing a short skirt that was p...lled up to where it almost exposed her crotch. She had on a thin blouse with a large open neck line. The blouse was disorganized to the point that one of her small snow white breasts was almost fully exposed. Masood asked if she was alright and she replied, Fuck ya, Im just great. That was one fucking great party. The cab pulled out and headed. I start to wiggling my butt around and pushing down at the same time, I’m just about ready to give up when it slides past my sphincter and pops in. Feeling a shot of pain and pleasure at the same time, relieved I try walking around and the plug stay in without holding my ass cheeks together. It holds like a glove and feels real good. Heading to my locker and retrieve my purse and reapply my lips stick real heavy and large around my lips. Time to check the rest of my face and hair, add a. ” He approached the horse on the opposite side with a dilido in each hand. He fit them into special brackets working as if I wasn’t even there. I was rooted. Speech was lost to me. The fight was gone out of me. To my horror my body was warming from the inside out. I let out a long sigh of resignation. I could feel my cunt tighten involuntarily. Surely my body was rebelling, shutting down, but even as I willed that to be true I felt moisture seeping out, no matter how tightly I held my legs. I. Janet wondered why such a good-looking girl would want to serve a Mistress, rather than have a normal relationship? "Jessica Danvers," read Janet from the pictures back, "That name sounds familiar." "It's old money. Very old money. Satisfy her desires, and you'll be quite well rewarded," advised Stephanie. "Why me?" asked Janet. "Her ancestors were putting people into stocks and whipped them during the witch trials in colonial times. Now one of their descendants wants to serve a.