He was having it "fitted for a slut". Daddy Tom came several times to consult and help out. They consider my captivity an art.I tried to explain over...and over but was immediately shut up and shut down wearing gags so often I soon felt strange without them in place. The following month was a body and booty busting blur. I'm pretty certain I was d**gged most of the time and food became scacer and scacer while I was being fed primarilly cum from countless cocks of friends, strangers, cousins and. Still no alarm. “Someone’s gonna be really pissed off when they find out your alarm isn’t set. Mind you ... Gives me an idea. You’d prefer me draped over you to some skinny, no-tits, bikini-girl, wouldn’t you?”In Carol’s mind, the car’s grill widened into a smile and it flashed one of its headlights as if winking at her. She slipped off her shoes and clambered onto the bonnet. She imagined a photographer directing her like he would the models. She posed for him and blew kisses at the camera.. How long is it since you’ve had a good fuck?’ Holly crapped herself. At least she managed to pass the stool that had stubbornly refused to shift until that terrible man had shocked her. Red-faced she said, ‘You can’t talk to a lady like that.’ ‘Yeah agreed and as sure as hell they are thin on the ground these days, aren’t they?’ Holly would have throttled him had he not be standing on the stepladder and had not been so tall. She could rip his balls out of course. He went out to pour the second. Hands wrap around me and squeeze my breast. "Master I don't want to burn the food," I mumbled leaning into his chest. My breathing picks up and he smiles and lets go walking toward the bedroom. I shake my head and start to snap the green beans and put them into the pan, filled with water and herbs. Putting that on the stove I turn the stakes before putting fourthed potato's on the stove to boil. Turning on the stove I put cheese crumbles on the stakes and put them in the oven to finish.