Shelly knows it is destroying her brain, gently sterilising her brain cells until she is nothing but vegetable. But she cares not. She is ruled by nou...ht but her smelly destiny. She knows nought but the need to feed, and feed, and feed. Her mind is sealed deeply into the Master’s world. Her mind has been made to think nought but what he wishes it to think. This is kinky perfection to the Xenomorph who has made Shelly go through this smelly, commanding banquet. The thought that he is. Her heart was racing and she was torn between a strange combination of fear and a feeling of extreme sexiness. “And now for the final touch,” the client said as he pulled Irene’s spiked heels towards her hands and tied them together with another white rope. Irene tried to struggle, but it did help her much. She was completely immobilized and at the will of this unknown man. Then he picked her up like a toy doll and lowered her gently on the floor. He took up the camera and videoed Irene while. Thank you for telling us about it.’ I nodded and smiled and wondered if I should tell them that I owned the store, so they knew it wasn’t all just ‘the kindness of my heart’ that made me tell them about it, but I decided not to. I knew it was the only place in the city where you could find what you needed in both small and big sizes. I had started the business after finding one of my big size angels crying after an unsuccessful shopping trip, and she had told me about the humiliation of never. She pulled off of me and pulled herself out of me. Her cum dripped onto my face and the tip of her clit was still in my face as I coughed up her pussy juices. She threw her leg over and got off of me. I was still coughing and she smeared her cum across my face in a lewd attempt to “clean me up”. “Roll over before you drown.” she ordered me. I rolled on to my stomach still coughing and unable to break free of the restraints. “I can’t believe you did that to me.” I complained. “What is wrong.