“Lovely. So very lovely,” he said, as if to himself, and stroked the knuckle of his index finger against the puffy lips, causing her whole body to...shiver. “My wife is my own personal strumpet. Look at that dripping, ruched little cunt and that grasping, puckered rosetta.”Ada was almost glad when he stopped talking and resumed the spanking, only to hear him elaborate more, with such ardor in his voice it made her nether muscles clench in spite of his words.“That strumpet is mine. That cunt is. For some reason she turned me on. She smiled at me a couple of times while she was trying to immortalized a moment with her camera.Anyway, to the loo I went, but instead of going to the main house toilette I went to the one just behind the kitchen.there were a few people preparing the catering in the kitchen, I passed by, said hi and went through a narrow corridor where there was a a bedroom and a toilette.While I was in the toilette I suddenly felt my cock getting hard and found myself. A Rubber Slut of my owndesign.? I bought and paid for you.?? John, hermaster, said with a smile. Something in the back of her mind began to trickle and flowinto her thoughts, clouding them, turning them into something other than herown thoughts.? She turned and stared atthe man, the man who freed her from her prison, only to reveal that he was hercaptor. The rubber skin was her own, the breasts and other sexualparts were also her own?at least, as far as she was capable of grasping, eventhe. ”“If I’m saying what she says, then that means you should follow the advice,” the horse prompts.And Casey does listen. He throws off the covers and slips from the bed to the floor, right down onto his knees. He moves toward the object of his desire, but Jessie’s hand is suddenly on his chin, averting the man’s eyes to his.“I don’t have much time,” Jessie says. “Bart is expecting me for a few tasks this morning. I can’t let you have your treat early, but I will let you kiss it.”“Kiss it?” Casey.