Black, back seamed. She rolls them onto her legs, one at a time. Very smooth. She could see why he liked them, how they felt as her legs slid together... She took the dress, pulled it over her head, and let it slip down into place. A little wiggle to get it to sit just right. Where are the shoes? Oh, in the drawer. Pulling them out, she checks the size, again right on. They are beautiful black pumps, but they look like they’re at least 5 inches tall. She slides them on, and stands before the. . ", she reassured herself in her Kentucky drawl as she ranher tiny fingers hands through shoulder length, shaggy, and slightlymasculine sandy blonde hair. She always knew people thought of her as adumb blonde. Hell, the motherfucker that did this to her had called herone as his goddamn maternity gift. "Just another blonde little hick whoalso happens to be big slut. Good luck" may have been his exact words.Her little hands began to shake and form fists as she turned away fromthe mirror. But. And loved it. ~~~~~The sexing of my clients afterwards was the most difficult I had ever done. I was flogged, and whipped, and caned. I was used in almost every way it is possible to use a woman that does not leave permanent marks. And it excited me beyond anything I thought possible.One who man who entered, pushed me against the wall, then turned me to face it, lifted my hips, unzipped himself and shoved his cock into my pussy, pumping furiously while calling me filthy names.A woman who. “That made you wet” he challenged, and she nodded helplessly. Dmitri’s harsh laugh echoed around the hall. He strode over and seized the bar spreading Magda’s ankles, lifting it easily to chest height. She hung almost parallel to the ground but angled somewhat towards Pierre, who brought the birch down hard onto her tensed buttocks. He beat her again and again. Her soft cries became harsher and her breathing heavier until she turned her head and sank her teeth into the flesh of her upper arm,.