She was wearing a pair of tight jeans with her thong showing and a tight shirt that read '69' on it and exposed her stomach. Her jeans were so low you...could tell she shaves her pussy.I noticed that she and a bunch of her friends had gathered around her, sometimes looking over at me and then would huddle again and talk some more. It started to piss me off again, I began to feel like I did in the car ride to the party, I thought what fucking joke is she making now.Then, just as I was about to get. Caught in that wretched charityshop and made to act like a clothes horse, and made to buy all thosegirly clothes, there was not enough room in the flat for them all,that's for sure, he'd tell Rebecca that, he'd put his foot down and takea stand. And as for working in this caf?, well first and last time, noway was he a kitchen maid, he had more important things to do with hislife (he couldn't actually think what these were, but he was sure hewasn't made out to be a maid).As he worked, he noticed. A clawed hand wrapped around his lower jaw, lifting his head up. Mistress Raell gestured him to kneel, and he obeyed. She looked him over, and it was all he could do to not collapse to the ground. He was utterly exhausted, and his whole body ached. Mistress Raell seemed to sense this, and snapped her fingers and pointed at the cell in the back. ‘Go and rest for a bit, pet. I’ll be back down in a bit to run through what you learned yesterday, and then we can finish off the wall and start on the. Our lips mashed and he forced my mouth open, lapping his rough tongue inside of me to taste our combined orgasms.We got dressed and he lit his lighter upon finding it once more. I had a T-shirt on under my already soaked work shirt and used it to clean my face and his pants. We got back on the road and I navigated him to my apartment. We acted as two men parting ways after one took the other home from work, but I was on cloud nine the entire rest of the morning. I couldn’t sleep.The next.