Muffled cries were trapped in my throat, but my tears ran in rivers, while my whore cunt flowed like an ocean. With hardly a moments pause, Master dro...ped his shorts and plowed his raging hard-on into my sopping cunt, while he continued cropping my now very red, bruised tits. It was all I could do to keep from coming at the very first stroke, as his cock impaled me, I could feel it push against the plug still deep in my ass. I knew better than to cum, though, I didn't have permission. And there. Many amorning I would awake to the sound of her hairdryer and the smell ofwonderful fragrances coming from the bathroom, as she would emerge fromthe bathroom soft and clean and beautiful, humming a song to herself asshe began the process of putting on her bra, panties and camisole beforeshe would sit down at her little vanity and apply her makeup. Then shewould slip arms into the sleeves of her ivory colored blouse, and sitdown on the bed facing away from me so that I could button all the. I prefer to be on the delivering end of the whip. Want to try it?? Carol shook her head furiously. ?NO! I don't know why I got the collar. Souvenir, I guess.? She said. ?OK. I think I want a beer. Care for a drink?? He tilted his head toward the bar. ?Yes. That sounds great.? Carol was glad to change to subject. At least for the moment. Robert led them over to the bar and they each got a beer. An announcer stepped up to a microphone at the other end of the. I was beginning to be seriously concerned about my health. But Daddy Sir wouldn’t hear of it. He’d only open up another box of Twinkies or Ring Dings and put the entire contents in my feed bowl and I’d automatically start gobbling it up. Eventually I got too big for my crate, so Daddy Sir got another one, but I outgrew that one, too. He now said I was taking up too much room and stunk too bad so I should stay outside like any other pig. ?You ever hear of a pig living in a house, bitch???No.
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