I told him everything I could think of. Every self deprecating word earnt me another little bit of cock. Not for a second did he let the pressure go ...n my twisted, pulled nipples. He was finally deep inside me. By that stage I’d called myself every dirty word I could think of. I was desperately horny. He was turning me into a wanton slut. I could hear the desperation in my voice.“Grind.” He ordered, as his cock pressed deep inside my pussy. I moved my hips as best I could, with my ankles still. He liked the way it could deliver gentle strokes or heavy thuds against a person’s body. Joe walked back towards Robin’s hanging body, her eyes wide with terror and lust. Joe laid the flogger on the table, holding the crop in his hand as he walked up to her. Joe placed the tip of the crop under her nose. Robin inhaled the aroma of the leather, moaning through her gag. Joe reached up with his hands, grasping her abused hard nipples, giving them a hard twist. Robin tried thrusting her chest out. ...Holly and Beth smiled down at me. Holly spoke first:"Hey there, princess! Feeling wonky? Aww.... poor little girl. Do youhave an oowie?? Haha!"I was groggy but could see now that I was in Holly's room positioned infront of a mirror. A makeup mirror. Beth came around in front of me andstarted dabbing brown liquid on my chin, forehead, and cheeks. Then sherubbed it all around with a brush. It tickled. She laughed and said:"There we go sweetie. That was your foundation. Does it make you. Mom knows my size.”She did.On the forenoon of the auspicious day, I was sent to the barber. Shorn ... I walked home, showered ... twice (Mom found imperfections.) That embarrassing situation over, I went to my room.I found a Azul Marinho Noivo Homens Casamento Smoking Fraques Peacked Lapela Moda Evening Formal vestido de Festa (Jacket + Pant + colete) in unrelenting Navy. A genuine Italian monkey suit and a dad to act as dresser. The shirt was white silk ... the neckcloth, cornflower blue ....