Her tongue jammed into my snatch, reaching into my depths to scoop out my brother’s jizz. I groaned at the naughty delight, glad she could feast on ...is cum, that she could devour his passion.Then I groaned as her finger massaged my clit. She rubbed it in slow circles, showering my snatch in waves of hot delight. My ass clenched and my toes curled. I whimpered, my thumbs pressing my nipples hard into my tits, stimulating them, showering my snatch in more rapture.“Oh, Rithi’s delicate fingers,” I. “I didn’t come her to argue. I just made a suggestion. If it wasn’t helpful, it wasn’t helpful.”“None of us are looking for a fight, Matt,” Mr. Peterson assured me.“You’re just hoping that I’ll sign on to be the face of male cheerleaders in the school so you can change the face of the sport,” I filled in.“We would be extremely appreciative,” he said, hopefully.I rubbed my forehead, knowing it was going to be a long day. I couldn’t wait to see Victoria. “So we’re taking Monday and chalking it up. I inserted the tube in her anus as she squirmed. I told her, “Stop that, or I’ll shove something up that ass you really won’t like!” She obeyed me this time. I turned the valve on the tube on and elevated the bag so it emptied into her rather quickly. It must have cramped her stomach because as I withdrew the hose she shat the water back out. I reached for a water hose and rinsed her legs and pretty ass and washed down the floor into the drain in the middle. My own clothing was the next on. Daisy spoke as quietly as she possibly could, “Master?” He responded, “Yes, my slut?” Daisy asked her embarrassing question as quietly as possible, “Master, may I please use the bathroom?” The man spoke authoritatively, “You can do better, slut. You may not use first person. You must refer to yourself as, ‘this’, ‘this slut’, ‘this whore’, and ‘this cunt’ are all acceptable ways for you to refer to yourself.” Daisy whispered, “Master, may this slut please use the bathroom?” He answered,.