She smiled reading it, on one side it read, ‘owned’ and the other side ‘by Mike’.“Thank you, Sir and I will wear it proudly for all to see. ...hich ankle will I put it on?”“It goes on your right ankle, so all will see that your husband agrees with this arrangement and that you are available to anyone who wants you, with my permission of course.”This last part caused Randi to giggle and she proceeded to place the anklet on her right ankle. She stood up and placed her foot on the couch so Mike. I didn't even know you liked cleaning fat girls poop butts with your mouth. You do a way better job than my toilet paper." She rubbed it around for another minute or so and then lifted her butt. Gwen's mouth was coated with a brown colored butt slime And she was still coughing and sputtering.mandy says "here let me give you a quick clean" she grabs her tools and again, begins thoroughly cleaning Gwen's mouth of all her dirty enema leavings. This takes only about 10 minutes this time and I am. He could feel himself wanting to get hard, wanting to share in her pleasure, but through willpower and his training, he resisted.“Good boy, that feels so fucking good, look at you, all soft, so perfect…” Emma urged, reaching a hand up under her Warcraft T-shirt to squeeze her full heavy breasts, biting her lip as she stared up at the feminine boy clearly struggling to stay soft as the pleasure of her cock vied for control against his willpower.She would usually go without the T-shirt, not at. He stepped into the cabin and looked around, wondering at how an interior designer could find a use for so many shades of brown. He found his seat and stowed his flight bag in the overhead locker. The engines coughed into life. He was evidently going to be alone for the first leg of the flight at least. He heard the flight attendant slam the rear door of the aircraft and then, obviously not happy that it had shut properly, slam it again. He was beginning to wonder if Freddie had done him such.