Heather quickly asked. "Why don't you have a car? Why do you still live in the barracks? Why don't you have any civilian clothes?"Bret shyly answered.... I don't own a car because I don't know how to drive one. I live in the barracks because it is free, and I have always lived in barracks. I am comfortable there. The Marine Corps and the Olympic Committee have given me so many new clothes over the years that I still have some I have never worn. Why should I buy clothes when I have more than I can. And you, slave G, get that gag at the lamp and give it to slave S.I realised that I was slave G since I had just been tied. I felt very relived as the restraints where taken of. I then did as I was ordered to by my Boss. The gag looked strange. It was al made of leather and had a sort of leather restraint in the front instead of a gag. I was drawn from my thoughts as my Boss said:Come here slave G and I will show you what to do. I obeyed.She then did something strange. She took my balls and put. She hopped out of bed and grabbed her hand mirror. She hopped back on the bed and used the mirror to look at her pussy. It glistened with her juices. She opened her lips and gazed at the beauty of her sex. Her clit was now rock hard and peeped out from it's fleshy hood. She could understand why all the men worshiped her pussy. It was beautiful. Ellen felt very horny. She picked up her mobile phone and typed a message, "The wood. One hour." She chose the number from her address book and pressed. Dheere dheere main unko chedna bhi shuru kar diya jaise kamar p chutki dena unke gol gol chutadd p chapaat marna wagarah wagrah.Ab woh bura nahi maanti thi.Ek din bhabhi bathroom se nahakar nikli aur lal saree pheni lal blouse main unke do do kabutar aise lag rahe the jaise unhe azaad hona ho .Kasi hui saari chutaad ki golaaye darsha rahi thi.Naabhi se nikhe tak saaree aise lag rahi thi jaise iss naabhi k niche chut ka darwazan hai aur mujhe invite kar raha hai aja raja daal de apna maaal.