Mistress warned me that at the slightest hesitation, the punishment was reset. So I closed my eyes and started lapping the filthy mixture, my Masters ...ocking me and telling me that I was just a good sow to eat the garbage and crap of Her Masters. I found them so unfair, I simply had no choice, tears flowed, but I continued to eat despite the high the heart of disgust, I was too scared. Yes I was terrorized, it was not a game at all, I felt like They could own me. I licked the bowl completely,. Ichiban clothes was better quality than Walmart and Kristy looked better in Japanese fashion anyway. We still looked like trailer trash carrying our life around in plastic bags though.Angela was willing to talk after the initial grilling. Then she wouldn't shut up. She was the only daughter of now deceased parents and she owned the orchard and the fields of squash and blackberries behind and around it. Her face had a perpetual tan and she loved to talk with her hands, waving a flapping forkful. I indulged in your nails, and then you started to massage my weary muscles. I had a very physically demanding job, and a massage anytime was welcome. You dug your hands into my shoulders, and moved down to the sides of my back. You motioned for me to lay down and relax. You removed you pants. I felt your thighs on my butt, and the silk of boxers was all that separated my skin and your hardened penis. You rubbed it gently in soft strokes as you pushed your hands into my grateful back. I kept my. My legs just fell open for him. He cupped my bare, wet pussy. Two fingers pushed their way into me, right up to my hymen. He stroked in and out with ball of his thumb rubbing my clit.I spiraled up and up until I had my first orgasm from a guy in the back row of a movie theater, my bare ass rubbing the seat and my dripping pussy leaving a skid mark. It was the best orgasm ever. I saw him lick his fingers. I think the movie ended. When we got to lobby, I saw the teeth marks on his arm. I also.