“I see you found the clothes I left for you. Do they fit alright?”“Yes, Mistress. Thank you.”“You’re welcome. Now I brought you some soup,...�� the woman said, handing the tray to her captive. “I hope that’s okay. You haven’t eaten for a while, and I don’t want you eating too much and feeling sick from it.”“That’s okay, Mistress. Thank you for the soup,” the girl replied, grabbing the spoon and greedily diving into the bowl.Madame X sat down on the end of the bed, facing her submissive, just. And she knew it, emphasizing them when she walked and how she adjusted and readjusted them once seated back behind her desk. They were runner's legs; the kind that you can only get by working out avidly, several times a week and not just a token hour or two spent lounging about at a gym. She wore thin narrow glasses that nicely suited her face in sort of a sexy librarian kind of way that her bright green eyes now peered over the top rim of in order to take a better look at me. That gave a bit. Breath. I'll go slow." He pumps into me slowly, letting me get used to his huge dick. As soon as I relax, he starts to really move, our thighs slapping together; the sound echoing in the big room. "Fuck. You're so tight." He pulls out to the tip, then roughly pushes back in.* "Ah! Fuck my tight ass daddy. Mmmm your dick feels so good, in my ass. Aaaah fuuuu-" I cum violently all over my chest. This fuels Isaac on; he grips my throat, his nails digging into the delicate skin, and his teeth. So I simply parted my lips, grabbed hold of his cock, and slurped it into my mouth like spaghetti. I choked several times as Jim tried desperately to shove that hunk of meat down my throat, but once I got my gag reflex under control I had his cock fucking my face, and his friend’s black cock fucking my cunt at the same time.Being used as if you are little more than a utility vehicle can be quite an incredible experience. After all, I was lying on my back on a comfortable bed, and I hardly had.