The slave stepped up and secured her, using belts and Velcro straps, just like Thomas had done to her, not so long ago.As she was doing this, Arleen c...eared her throat. "May I ask a question, Sir?" You may ask." I don't know the name of your ... assistant. What is it?"Amused, he said, "Go ahead, Slave. Tell her your name."Blushing, she spoke, barely above a whisper. "I have no name. I'm just a slave."Arleen was stunned. "What do you mean 'no name'? Everyone has a name." I don't. When I became a. I can cum just from him suckling on my nipples. I love it.”“Can’t we go back to the house and start playing now” Kelley begged.“It’s only been an hour; besides we need to check out the irrigation ditch coming from the creek to here.”We walked back up the ditch noting a few repairs that needed to be made. When we arrived at the creek Kelley pulled her boots off followed by her jeans and underwear. “Your drying cum is pulling my pussy hair out by the roots. I need to wash off my snatch.”“That. “Oh, God…fuck me harder…” I moan. He complies, assaulting my pussy with the silicone toy, over and over again, pulling it almost all the way out before thrusting it back in as far as it will go. Finally, my body reaches its limit with an orgasm that nearly overwhelms me. “YESSSSSS….” I gasp. “Oh…YES…” The waves continue, one after the other, the bullet teasing my body into a long, shuddering climax that I finally beg to end as the sensitivity becomes too much. My husband sets the toy aside and. "And if any are sweated up from being rode, you're in for it, young lady."Debby said nothing. She pushed through the front door and went straight upstairs to her bedroom.Actually, she was grateful that her mother had sent her to bed. She was too sore to do any chores. Mike's cock had stretched her loin muscles like never before and by the time she made it up the stairs she could hardly walk.She slipped out of her clothes and got under the bedsheets. Her crotch was a sticky mess, and she rubbed.