Today was going to be a big test of my loyalty to Phillip and his cock. Where were we going and what was I to do when we got there. He told me I was i... for a real treat. Something any slut would love. When we finally go to where we were going, he lifted my head from his lap and told me to open the glove box. As I did this I looked around and saw that we were at a local adult book store. I found a brown bag in the glove box and opened it. Inside was a pink collar with the word SLUT written in. She leaned more of her weight on the wall behind him, slumping over as he teased her, her breasts bumping him in the face as they swung with the motion. She was low enough that her neck was in range, and so he stood on his toes, Alba murmuring under her breath as he began to bite and kiss at her throat. Her hide was so thick and tough that he stood no chance of breaking the skin, and she seemed to enjoy it when he bit her hard, perhaps it was something that Brutes did to each other.As his. I will be dinner for Jeff. I was going to die for my fantasy. I tried to move but the ropes were not letting me move at all. My breasts were sliding around my chest as I was side ways and now they were reaching for the fire. The spit was not turning real fast, maybe once a minute. It was just warm, not real hot at this point but I could feel it getting hotter. The heat stopped my shivering and really felt good. It was kind of like turning in circles in a warm shower. It felt real good and I. You lived with seven men for fuck's sake. Did you never think about being hammered by those midgets?" Jazz!" yelled Isabella. "They like to be called 'little people'." Jazz rolled her eyes, saying, "Excuse me, Mom." She turned back to Snowie and asked again, "Did you never think about being hammered by those little people?" Well ... not hammered, as you say, but ..." But, what? Come on. Spill it, Snowie," Jazz asked, with the other ladies leaning in to listen."They have very small, umm, you.