And the collars and manacles and chains looked very real. They were obviously much sturdier than some cheap costume accessory. These were not make-bel...eve Princess Leias. They were real slaves at the feet of their Masters.I heard the rattle of chains and my attention was drawn to one female slave whose Master was pulling on the chain which was attached to her collar. He was using the chain to draw her head between his legs. His manhood protruded from his trousers and was already erect. As her. Kitty sucked and licked each one clean after they came, then watched them go with dazed smiles on their faces.She was a mass of pulsing nerves, laid out on the floor naked and covered in cum and sweat. Her hands caressed her breasts and fingered her puffy, aching pussy, and it was beyond surprising that she could feel herself stir at the touch. But then, Brian was there, and the world went a little fuzzy for a while. The last thing she remembered was being held on his lap, wrapped up in a warm,. We got talking and then I made a move near to her and it seemed like she was waiting for it. She grabbed me and we both started kissing.Guys, kissing is something that connects to a person on a different whole level. We explored each other’s tongue and my hands were wandering over her curves. And they were smooth like silk and I could just glide my hands over them.Then she pulled up my t-shirt and I did hers. And there they were, in their absolute glory! HER TITS!! I couldn’t stop myself from. The red headed woman, who was none other than Eden Formation's school principal, Don Dauch, coldly walked in as the door behind her closed.The office room atop the three hundredth and seventy second floor was spacious, yet very humble in compassion to the building it was part of.A sewn carpet was spread at the center of the metallic floor. Against the left and right walls were a steel cart with thick books and a stand with clean glasses and three liquor bottles.Welcoming Don into the office was.