And that "score" was tokens she was receiving. She was now compulsively rubbing herself to keep her hornyness up, and degrading herself more and more....She is being slowly conditioned to be the perfect depraved slut, with no reluctance to being a slut because she believes it isn't "real". Whenever her "score" went up she feels pleasure injected into her brain, the randomness, and inconsistency of the pleasure hitting her brain, creating pathways to addiction, a need to do more to score the next. Ek din OPD me main jab mariz dekh raha tha to ek sundar chehra mere samne se guzra, usko dekhte he dil bhagwan se bola he bhagwan is ko mere pas bhej do aur sach me bhagwan ne meri sun li. 5 min baad vo mere cabin Me thi usko apni 5 saal ki beti ki plastic surgery karani thi maine usko admot kar liya uske baad mere ward k round lena bad gaya me baar baar uski beti ko dekhne k bahane waha jane laga us se thodi bahut baten start hue maineUske baare me pucha aur kaha koi bhi jarurat ho to mujhe ph. “Not what I had in mind,” Tiffany said. “What d’you mean?” Holly said, next to her. “This.” Tiffany pointed to the ambulance and the uniforms. “Not kinky enough?” Holly asked. “If we use sexy nurse ones, we’ll be spotted.” She winked and put her arms around Tiffany’s shoulders. “Besides, you want kinky, I got kinky,” Holly smiled, pressing her body against Tiffany’s Tiffany responded, wrapping her arms around Holly and kissed her. The two black men watched the young white women kissing each. She stiffened like an electric shock had touched her. Rory's nipples touched hers, brushed against them and then firmly pressed hard as the brunette's body molded against her own. The teacher felt wetness that was more than just the heat demanded touch the front of her panties as Rory thrust with her hips.Paris was nibbling the side of her neck and her own dampness touched Angelina as the shorter blonde rubbed on the teacher's bottom. The black haired woman's hips rocked back and forth as she.