With a little tweak she ensured that it was in place. The next clip was allowed to close with a snap. The slave twitched and virtually held her breath...in order not to make a noise. The pain burnt her as if a cigarette had been stubbed out on the sensitive flesh.The mistress then attached the clips with a short length of chain pulling the breasts together. "I think that breast bondage is interesting." Said Joan with a grin. "But I am so looking forward to dealing with the pussy that my husband. To use the little princess dress I had to take off all the clothes, then my sister helped me take off my clothes, also my underpants, and then she started to dress me, after tickling my cock and my balls, she put me panties roses with lace, pink stockings also with lace, and then the princess dress.She painted my lips and put rings on my ears, she also gave me a pink princess purse and gloves.She also dressed up as a princess with another pink dress and we played have a cup of tea, while we. "You always keep you pussy bald?" he asked, plunging the fingers in and out of her.He heard her mumble in the affirmative around his cock before she paused, "Alex likes it that way. So does Ang."He stopped fingering her, "Ang? You've fucked Ang?" Oh yeah, and you get to fuck me tonight too!" said a voice from across the room. Adam looked up to see Ang standing there wearing nothing but a very skimpy thong. Behind her, Alex stood there in his boxers. "You two seem to have too much clothes on.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~“What?” my eldest son Ryan said even as his hands went to the hem of his shirt, ripping it up to expose his muscular body. At twenty, he had grown into a real hunk, thick brown hair, chiseled chin, rippling abs, defined pecs. My pussy clenched on the softening cock of my youngest son, his incestuous seed filling my pussy. My thoughts tingled, Ryan obeying my commands all because of this simple, gold circle I put on. A halo. It gave me powers.Mind control powers.And.