Felicia´s husband looked pleased enough to see her this way, but it was always hard to tell with him. When she felt the familiar collar buckled aroun... her throat, she knew she would once more be serving his twisted lusts. This time he began by stripping her her bare and raising her cuffed hands to the ceiling hook above the bed. The addition of straps around her tighs, chained out to the edges of the bed, forced her wide open. This made it most convenient for her spouse to play between her. Without a sound a moved forward and placed my mouth around them, teasing her nipples with my teeth and feeling the hot nub erect in my mouth. The softest whimper escaped her lips as I gently rolled it between my teeth. My hand felt it's way down her plump and smooth belly to the lining of her pajama pants, feeling no resistance my fingers made their way under her waistband and felt the softness that was her pubic bone. She wasn't wearing underwear, she was a lovely girl and already knew. I screamed Iwill not complain, he just smiled and said that he wasgoing to beat me either way as he thinks all whitetrash should be treated this way.“How old are you white trash?” he asked.“18,” I said.“What is your name trash?”“Anna.”“Nice name for my whore, I think,” he said.I love the smooth cunt, small tits, I could even sellyou for younger and get more money. “Her cunt is very tight,” the guy who fucked me. Snippets of ordinary life, and bully for her classmates and their collective discoveries. While they were hugging their families and taking up instruments when they weren't in drawing class, she was falling prey to the wishes of her newly discovered inner whore, who wanted to collect soft porn paintings and engage in wee hours phone sex.And wear inappropriate clothing. What had she been thinking, dressing like this? What would the other students think? She had worn a sexy outfit yesterday, but.