.I put Horny's penis through this plank-box, and the cock-fighting rooster pecked it bloody. Not as good as the Tortucube, of course, Michelle...It's ...illed with wonderful pins, my dear, and after you lock the Tortucube onto Horny's wee-wee and balls, and press the electric button on my cute little control panel, the pins and needles go closer and closer...right into his miserable genitals!"Michelle certainly wasn't as hardcore as Jobeth, though they'd both enjoyed "SlaveSlide" the board game. "No Jenny, everything feels just fine." She squeezed and touched mylittle bumps and said we should keep an eye on it. I passed it off asnothing and began dressing for the day. Today I was going to wear aBright white Dress that came just above the knees. I liked showing offmy great legs for the customers because they always tipped me more. Lisalaced me tightly into my corset and strapped on a padded bra. I rolledup a pair of shiny silky suntan pantyhose up my legs and stretched outthe control. It was snowing and she was stranded at the diner with a broke-down car. Feeling sorry for her, Sam offered her a warm bed in his truck, and Wendy accepted his offer. To thank him she was going to have sex with him, but instead they shared a most erotic experience of him nursing from her breasts to relieve the pressure she felt from missing nursing her baby.) “Oh Sam, you don’t know how good it that felt. I really did need to relieve some of the pressure, but now I’m so horny!” Wendy said I. She was standing over his seated form now with her legs on either side of him. He casually flicked his hard Black cock against her pale pink belly."Wasn't joking back there. You on the pill?"She shook her head as she looked intently into his dark eyes."That's good. Little white slaves shouldn't be taking no birth control. It's for their man to decide when to breed them. That's what being owned means. Just so's you know - I ain't going to be pulling out. Now you know the rules you can make your.