This race car is too complicated for just one driver. It really needs two drivers at the same time in order to work the best. Pulling her panties down... she flipped up her dress and pointed to her pussy saying, "One driver here," and, turning around, she bent over, exposing her beautiful asshole, and pointed to it saying, "and one driver here. And since we are testing out a new ram-drive engine, I need both drivers to ram their cocks inside me as hard as they can. Is that understood?"Richie and. His throat was raw from screaming, but while hestill could be heard, he was going to keep on begging. Master might ignore him,but Master was the only one who could save him. Nobody else. ?Master.? Master hurt him, Mastertook the pain away. Master starved him, Master fed him. Master was everything.Once upon a time, he played at being a slave and now, years later, he was areal one and there was no safe word and no escape. Master owned him, had thepapers to prove it ? the power of life and death. His dyed pink lipswere still partially covered by the penis gag. Percy was literally a living doll.The naive sissy had no idea that after a few more treatments his eye andlip makeup would be virtually permanent. He already was quite concernedthat it never seemed to come off.His dress was made from shiny sheer pink taffeta and transparent whiteorganza and was most noteworthy for what it failed to cover. The onlysubstantial part of the dress was a broad pink taffeta sash that wentabout him high. The only problem with doing that for a period of time Monika's clit would become soft again and making it a little difficult to continue doing that. She had to alternate between that little tactic and suck on the clit to make it hard again. Monika arched her back and moaned out, “Guð hún getur borðað vel kisa.” Steph had no idea what the hell Monika just said nor what language it was in. She guessed by the tone Monika was enjoying herself. "Alright sweetheart I think that is enough." .