A hell of a way to treat a guest, I thought. But Ididn't have much choice. Were now miles away from anywhere and theyhad the only transportation. T...en I figured, what the hell, I loveddressing, and, servant or no servant, they were in effect giving melicense to wear drag all the time for two weeks. I could live withthat. Even at school with Chris I could only dress in the evenings,and I hadn't been looking forward to this summer, when I'd be homewith my folks and not able to dress at all. . She could feel him softening and then he rolled off her.“That was the best fuck I’ve ever had in my life,” he whispered to her and then fell into a deep sleep. Marc more came to than woke up. He was lying naked on a bed, no bedclothes over him. It took him a moment to realise he was in the Moon Inn, and at the same time, he realised the end of his soft cock was engulfed in a warm, wet heaven. He clicked on the light to see the back of Shilpa's head on his stomach. She didn't even hesitate as. “It’s essential that we make it clear to any observer, at all times, that you are both submissive to me. To that end, you will be wearing these collars, you *will* obey my orders - and you will keep your breasts exposed.”“What?” blurted Laurel angrily.He shocked her. She twitched.“Keep a respectful tone, Laurel,” he told her. “Your leg is broken. You’re in no position to have an argument.”“I’m not your crew member, you son of a bitch!” she hissed, in a low voice. “I’m the Guild representative. Oh ... Mmm! ... Aww ... Fuck that ass feels nice ... Take that spunk, Bitch!" Erik-Jan knew his rubber had ripped, and he pumped the squirting spunk-gun empty into her back door. Spilling his load deep inside Jessica's asshole. Rudely driving it in deeper with every contraction of his aching balls. That was the feeling Erik-Jan had been looking for all these years. The tightness, naughtiness, the roughness of the ass-fuck. The rest of that evening, they did fool around a little more. However,.