She looked down. "Did you wear the lingerie I ordered?" snapped Sandi. "Yes" whispered Rachel. ‘Yes what you stupid slut" This was it , this was the...turning point thought Rachel. "Yes My Mistress" said the Slavegirl. "Show me. Rachel paused then slowly reached for the hem of her tiny skirt and pulled it up to reveal the lace of her half slip. "Yank it right up you stupid bitch" hissed Sandi " Let’s see your panties" Rachel sobbed for the first of many times and pulled the skirt and half slip. I grind against you a little and you moan. I love making you react like that. You don’t even bother with a condom — we’re trying to start our family after two years of marriage and I prefer you unsheathed in latex anyways. I kiss you as you thrust gently between my legs, your cock sliding between my labia but not yet into me. You love the way I feel when I’m this wet for you, and you aim to take full advantage of it. I bounce a little as you thrust, letting you know I want you in me NOW. You. He opens the dossier with a stern look on his face. The first page contains a set of photographs taken with a telescopic lens.A stunningly beautiful blonde woman is stretched out on the sun deck of a luxury yacht. The first thing he notices is her amazing body, tall and slim with long legs and an expansive bosom well exposed by a skimpy white bikini. He can't see her face because her head is turned to a middle aged fat bald man kneeling next to her. He is wearing swimming trunks and sunglasses. Through the hazy smoke I noticed her hair was still dark brown but her eyes were now blue instead of the old dark shade. I was terribly disappointed to see there was almost no trace of any scars on her face. Those new eyes were almost pretty. I assumed they were corneal implants from some poor dead motherfucker. There is simply no justice in the world when a rich cunt can even buy a new set of eyes. Of course I had been made aware of the absence of justice in our pathetic, filthy, rotten to the.