"Quiet." She was so aggressive and I shut up trembling and blushing."What we have decided is for you to wear an apron, it will be like asymbol of your...position and will protect your clothes, I think that thiswill help us to come to terms with you being our domestic, do you agreeto this?"Then she took out a rather frilly white full apron from a box containingseveral of the same.I looked at it and at her, I felt that I had nowhere to go, I wasdesperate to remain close to the woman I loved and to. Her concern for Michael and Jan's happiness simply erased any such possibility.On the other hand, Sheila and Jan had secretly conspired to find an appropriate gift for Michael. They knew they wanted it to be something to support his hobby of jewelry making and after a few searches on the internet and a talk with a craft store owner, they settled on a polisher/grinder, a device for rounding and providing a high sheen to rocks and minerals by tumbling them with an abrasive grit, something Michael. It doesn’t like me.” She tried to twist her head to see but before I could get a gravestone between me and the b**st, it sniffed the air and stuck its big black nose right into her steaming cunt. Her squeal was high pitched enough to break glass but it didn’t deter the hound. He set to work, hungrily lapping at her pussy flesh, turning his head to get as deep into her ass crack and wet gash as his fat snout would allow. Emme growled - I swear it was a growl - and her eyes rolled. She bit her. She gagged, saliva spitting out of her mouth. She held it there, messaging it with her throat as it tried to swallow the thick phallus, she had forced into it. When she couldn’t take it any longer, she pulled back – but his handheld her there, forcing his cock deeper down. She couldn’t breathe, her head began to swirl as she coughed and gurgled around her fathers’ massive shaft. “Oh, baby! YES!” He exclaimed, “Just like that.”Then he let go, and she pulled away doubling over. She coughed as.