I am a 5'3", 101 pound blond with 34b tits and a boyish shape. He seemed pleased. Mark jerked my hair hard and tossed me on the couch. “She really ...ikes your cock,” Mark said. “Give her some more of it while I lick her pussy.”Mark knelt in front of me, pulling the thong down over my ass and past my ankles. Paul positioned himself on his knees next to me, roughly shoving his cock back into my mouth. He held my head as he pumped my mouth slowly. I felt Mark’s tongue on my cunt and moaned hard. On Monday, before you come here after work, you should grab one and bring it here. I’d really like to read it, if that’s okay with you.”“Uh, s-sure. Yeah. Definitely. I can bring one.”Oh the progression of my life. I spent my high school years as a dumb blonde diva cheerleader. In college, I was the twerking champion… three years in a row. And then, at age twenty-seven, I was finally being drawn into geek culture. I was probably like a dream to Sam, just like how he was like a dream to. My legs felt wonderfully cool and smooth in my sheer nylonstockings. A little gold anklet with a heart encircled my feminineankle.When I came out I saw that Missy had put on her beauty operators outfit. Tight pink cotton minidress, nude stockings and pink highheels. Her hairwas very pretty, frosted, almost a fifties style, very big and teasedwith lots of pretty curls on the back and sides. She had a devilish lookin her eye as she guided me into the chair. When I sat down I could feelthe. She whipped him hard, drawing blood. Sam squirmed, feeling the sting of the thin strips slap against his bare flesh. The whip wrapped around to his stomach eliciting a sharp cry of pain from his throat. He yanked his hands, forgetting they were cuffed up. Stop fighting! his Mistress commanded, slapping his face again. Mistress.. it hurts.. he moaned, closing his eyes. She forced a gag into his mouth. Shut up, slave. No one cares. she said coldly, pulling at his nipple piercings. He groaned.