"In winter, they even let us wear a matching sweater. Wooo. Fun." I see girls walking around like that sometimes. Must be all Saint Mary's girls." Yup... I hate it. I feel like a soulless clone in that get-up. The only good thing about it is not having to compete with other girls over fashion choices. Nobody's gonna tease you for dressing dorky or slutty or whatever when we're all wearing the exact same thing. It's also pretty nice not having to decide what to wear every morning." I think they're. “Pleeeaaaassssse!” said someone who sounded like her…“Master… please let me come….” she begged. The word Master rang in his ears and he was overjoyed.She had always called him Sir, but this time it wasMaster. He continued to hold her pussy open and widenedher lips even more and with his other hand pinched hernipple as he prepared to give his lovely pet herreward.“Come for me.” He whispered in her ear.Her body ceased the word and responded to. I sat up, waited until a slight wave of dizziness passed, and then got to my feet, realising with surprise that I felt pretty good. Shana must have cleaned up the spilt soup at some stage, so at least I wouldn’t be tracking it through the apartment. It was a slight positive, but I had learned to take those whenever they appeared.I dragged on a clean pair of boxers, used the bathroom and marvelled at my clean-shaven appearance. However, the face that stared back at me reminded me of pictures I. As his precum and my own anal juices began to lube my rectum, Eric lunge more of his tool into my butt. I cried out in pain as his ravaged my poor aching butt hole. 'Pleeease, Eric, not so ruff, you can fuck me when you want, I don't care,' I cried. 'Bitch you better care or you want get no more of this dick,' Eric replied. I tried to adjust so it would not be so painful, but Eric was mad with lust, he just kept lunging forcefully into my behind. Eric reached up and grabbed me under the chin.