Gretchen slid between the sheets and pulled them to her chin. "This is comfortable ... and roomy, compared to my bed in the dorm." Good night, Gretche...," he said and switched off the lights. He headed into his bedroom and closed the door.Morning light woke Rich. He slipped into jeans and shirt. In the living room, Gretchen was sound asleep on the sofa bed. He sat in a plush chair and regarded her.She stirred and woke with a start. "Oh, Rich," she said on seeing him. "Did you ever wake up and. My plug was a zapper! It was locked in, so Iwas at the mercy of the holder of the remote. He addressed Jim, Mr. BreastLover himself, in a voice loud enough for the crowd to hear. ?Wench herewas found masturbating without permission. Have her do whatever you please,with one limitation ? nothing living goes in her mouth. The buttons 1through 4 here will zap her butt if she doesn't comply with your every whim. Enjoy!? Withthat, Love turned and walked away into the crowd. My eyes. My mind was overloaded with the pain.He kicked my legs apart and plunged his cock into my arse while continuing to torture my nipples. My screams were deafening. He pounded me harder. I could feel his balls slap against me. His cock was now completely buried up my arse. After what seemed like hours his cum poured out into my arse. "What are you." I'm Pauline and I'm a slut."He grabbed me by the hair again, pulled me off the chair and spun me around to face him. "That's right. You're nothing but. “God have mercy,” I thought. “She’s going down on me,now.” With her mouth, she could suck me more deeplythan with her pussy in this awkward through-the-wallarrangement. I felt like I had smoked about a quarter-pound of hash and had gone to paradise like one of thecharacters from the Arabian Nights. From her back-and-forth movements and little grunts, I was sure she wasbeing fucked from behind by her partner. That thoughtmade it even hotter. Pressed up against that.