”“I can’t,” she whined. “If Master or Mistress plays rough with me, it excites me. And then everything is different.”“So you need to get...turned on before you can go into your pain?” I asked.“Yeah, I guess,” slut answered.“I can fix that,” I replied and lifted up my head slightly so I could lap at her slit. After a few licks, I said in my best submissive voice, “I’ll even let you fuck my mouth with your big, little clitty.”Slave slut shuddered. I knew her weakness. She had lost control when I. With her own smouldering cigarette dangling out the side of her mouth, the blonde extended her leather hands toward Angela's cigarette and lit the disposable lighter. Gently reaching out and lightly cupping her hands against the blonde's to shield the flame from any intruding breeze, Angela dragged on the cigarette, inhaling deeply and then gradually broke away from the tender leather touch of the sexy looking girl, exhaling a stream of the grey smoke above her head while eyeing her with lust.. "Unngh! Oh, fuck me with your bigcock, fuck me hard! Make me cum, Walter!"Patty put the groceries on the kitchen counter. She wastrembling. She went upstairs, her mind already filing with obsceneimages, of her hung son slamming his dripping prick into some luckylittle slut's gooey cunt.The voices grew louder. Her son's bedroom door was open. Pattytold herself not to look, told herself that the sight of her sonfucking another girl would again put her i****tuous lust for him overthe edge. Patty. "He unlocked the cage with a thumbprint, and grabbed Alice roughly by the upper arm, dragging her out so quickly that she didn't have time to find footing with her ballet toes. She fell most of the way to the floor, her knees hitting the parquet with no small amount of force, and she rolled onto her back, winded.Her elbow jostled a sleeping girl, naked but for a heavy steel collar, who moaned and curled her knees to her chest, reaching down to masturbate furiously. While Alice tried to regain.