I found the slip of paper from Ashley tucked in my purse, the nice woman I had met at the support group. I had no one else to turn to, so I called her..."Of course I can, sweetheart," Ashley promised as we spoke. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes." Thank you," I said in relief.The nurse wheeled me out in a wheelchair like an invalid, and Ashley was waiting, a concerned smile on her beautiful face. She was much more conservatively dressed than the slinky, black dress she'd worn Thursday night."You. Then there was again silence in the house .I was cleaning my bitch when suddenly my dog came into the bathroom and started licking my face .I shouted at him and he became stoned .He stayed there for like 1 min and suddenly went behind me and satrted licking my ass hole with his soft toungat first i was shocked but then i melted away from the feeling,he toung fucked me for like 5 mins then suddenly he pull him up ontop of me and guide his penis towards my little asshole .I could feel the pink. She was of the opinion that only one brand would be placed on her body. This was true but unfortunately it had thirteen parts. Sheila was becoming very uncomfortable and scared at the prospect of being burned thirteen times. She walked hesitantly to the foot of the altar, where George disrobed her. She was a stunning woman with a faultless body. Now that body would be branded with the logo of the Corporation, which would indicate she was a used slave. The altar was on a forty-five degree angle. I scooped it out with my tongue and swallowed every drop. I reached up and grabbed Mistress’ tits and played with her nipples, sliding my fingers across then and lightly pinching and pulling them, as she rocked back and forth grinding her pussy on my face, fucking my face. I sucked her lips in my mouth and sucked them dry and went back to her clit licking up and down and in a circular motion, making her moan as I was pleasing her. *“Suck his fucking cock my little whore.”* Mistress commanded..