”“Good”The word.That word.Always sending shivers through the bitch.Causing the bitch’s honey to pool between her legs.“As my bitch apparentl... is still unable to control herself I find it appropriate she have help getting these desires out of her system.”“Yes, Mistress. Your...”A sudden grip in her hair cutting the bitch short.“Only ‘Yes, Mistress,’ or ‘No, Mistress,’ or I might find new elements to your punishment.”The whip sting of words bringing focus back.“Y..Yes, Mistress!”Tension released. I’ve never shaved my legs before so that might be an excuse, except that Master specifically had reminded me about the shield, and I forgot anyway.But that’s not the worst part. Having made that stupid mistake, I then forgot to “pray down the shield” again when I started blow-drying your hair. Needless to say the brush broke off at the handle. I guess I just don’t know your own strength.(°‿°)So after breakfast I went out to replace your broken toiletries, stopping at the Bull’s Eye store just. They both were pro in this they were having dry humping, without removing any clothes and still enjoying in the crowded bus and no one noticed except me.Well, maybe other people might have noticed but they must have been too horny themselves to stop both of them.Then after sometime, this guy got down on a stop. This means he was not her boyfriend, he must have been a random guy and that’s why she travel in such low class buses at this time of the day. What a slut!There is a slut in my family. She remains still in this position and a tear rolls down her face."It's tight and horny and I think he's going to rip my ass off, but it's amazing how big the cock is. I've never had anything like it inside of me! Now push, but nice and slow. I want to feel every inch of you. Come on, you little negro, push it into me. Ha, that rhymes. I think she's going crazy and number 13 slowly pushes himself into her. "Keep going, keep going!" She screams now and tears continue to run down her face. She.