She momentarily closed her eyes in dread as she saw the lone video cassette, unlabeled, black and foreboding. "Had a good day?"Lauren lay there silent...y, a tremble starting in her stomach, a rich mixture of anger, hunger and to her disgust, lust. Lauren looked at her figure as she placed the tray next to the television. Her tightly cut shorts hugged her thighs, the crisp outline disappearing temptingly underneath her shirt. She watched as Maria turned, reached behind her head and undid the. "I don't think I can wait, Master. Your needy slave pleads relief. Please, Master."God, I was a bastard sometimes. "You'll know what will happen if you disobey?" Yes, Master. I'm trying, but I can't hold on. Oooooh, oooooh, oooooh," she sighed, losing her battle with her arousal, a trickle of liquid running down her leg, struggling to maintain her position.Brianna said, "It appears your slave has cum." It does, doesn't it." I left the vibe on."In addition to the simple posts," Brianna said,. He was dressed as a female maid and had to serve drinks and food to everyone. Mom suggested that her girlfriends bring their husbands over some time and they would get all of the them to wear ladies panties and put on a show. To give them an idea of what she had in mind, she made daddy strip naked and spanked him over her knee, while the boys were pinching and spanking me at the same time. So that’s the way it was for most of my 15th year. Except from that time on, my Mom said she was going. Sasha couldn’t look away. The intensity of his eyes held her, and she felt abandoned to the way that the gaze invaded her. He didn’t just look at her, he looked into her. They stared for what seemed like an eternity, but must have only been a few seconds. ‘Jay, this is Sasha Smith. Sasha, Jay Miles.’ The voice billowing out of Greg broke the magic of the eye contact, and Sasha looked away. She was grateful. Greg had told her he would look after her and so far he’d done that more than he.