He was really huge; something I had not noticed when he had fucked me before in the dark alley, being stand up against that wall. As he moved inside m..., my legs were drawn back until my knees were almost at my shoulders and my heels were nudging his buttocks, making him going inside me with more urgency.He grunted out loud when his cock would go in no further. He was bruising my cervix; the whole of my cunt was filled with cock and now being stretched lengthwise.I gasped and told him that I. She then informed me that I was to still wear the wrist cuffs and neckcollar which she locked in place with a small lock but that later in theevening I was to be a model for her fashion show for a few of her friendsand that I would be wearing several new outfits designed for "female"slaves. She then told me to put on my maid's uniform and clean the housebecause guests were coming that evening. I finished my house cleaning about5 PM when Mistress Dominique called me to my room. She told me to. But, you continue your exploration, laughing wickedly. Suddenly, you lift me up to the bathroom counter, sitting me there. You have me half in and half out of the sink that has me tilted at a precarious angle, but when I try to move you won’t let me. Moving your hands up my legs, you work your hands under my dress sliding it out of your way. When you reach the tops of my thighs and find out the underwear is missing, you grin and say, ‘Smart girl.’ Dropping to your knees in front of me, you. He parked and locked the car, then headed up to her apartment with her. With her key Sierra released the deadbolt on the door and opened it. Glenn spotted Jackson wearing the cropped top and matching culottes and sitting cross-legged on the floor with a sketchbook.“More fashion design?” he asked. Jackson approached him and handed over the sketchbook. “You are a talented artist.”“Thank you.”“Why do you insist on wearing that outfit?” Sierra asked.“It’s my favorite.”“Jackson ... you don’t like.