Pooja looked at me in protest and shyness, but could not say a thing. As she tried to cover her naked body, I shouted at her, "hey SLUT Don't make any...pretense slut, u feel shame in front of my friends! See how they are staring at ur ass and boobs, show them your slut ass and boobs come on SLUT . with this I slapped her on her tender cheeks and she stumbled, trying to regain her balance. I made her stand and told Pooja Slut to behave herself and do as I tell. Pooja said that she was sorry and. The young hipster got up with his coffee, his smile, his dark swarthy euro looks and his sideburns and made his way to Sandra’s table. “Hi, my name is …blashmkmaaahhhhfff” said the handsome hipster as a stream of reddish brown vomit spewed out of his mouth on to the floor. “May I join you?” he asked, as if nothing odd had happened. “You just threw up and ralphed or vomited or puked.” Said Sandra, “Are you feeling ok?” “Yes” said the handsome hipster “That’s my name. My friends call me. When he came here he took his camera and left to stay at his house for a while. I imagined him shocked, not knowing what to do, but then slowly realizing how much he craved me, wanting my body, and wanting to taste every last area. I loved thinking of him jacking off to it, uploading it onto his TV. A full screen of me screaming "Austin" and licking off his cum and mine mixed. I hated being a dirty slut, but I loved it, too. Austin was coming back to pick up a few things and then drive me off. ..she felt Mastered, whatever that meant. He could do anything to her he wanted. And she knew Jahn felt the same way. It was what each separately and together wanted for years. Now, they had a Master, a Sir to lead them and protect them and whom they adored to serve, pleasure, and make cum.Sir pulled out of Gin's mouth and bent down to rearrange her and Jahn. He pulled her ankles around behind Jahn's back and hips and tied them lightly with rope. The contraint sent messages straight to.