? As the coed recalled thenightmare and the trick she had taken part in that had gone so horribly wrong,she painfully with a grimace the stairs to her...bedroom and stealthy closed andlocked her door finally reaching the solace of her room.? The pretty eighteen year old coed pursed herlips in a pout as she took of her costume, wincing in agony as her tight blackcostume dress made to worn tight and panty line visible, now dug into her weltand cut swollen bottom that had so vengefully punished for. He rubbed his hand.“Yes you were,” Clea said.“What was he doing?” Chom asked unable to take his eyes off the lunch bag.“He was going to grab it,” Clea said shaking a finger at Pip.“No I wasn’t,” Pip said.“What will you take for it?” Chom asked.“I want my project back,” Sean said. A bird flying overhead at the time fell out of the sky stunned by the smell.“You’ll have it this afternoon,” Clea said leaning forward to smell the bag.“Take it,” Sean said handing the bag to Clea.“Alright,” Clea. She started the car. The journey to slavery was about to begin. Margoslowly came down the steps into the cellar. Her heels clicked on the stone floor.Soon, she thought, her slavegirl Rachel would be hereback in chains and ready to be broken again. Margo's pussy was already getting wet , her love juices were flowing, but first she must hurt Slavegirl Lynn. This little slut must suffer and scream forher. Margo selected her heaviest whip, the one she would use on Slavegirl Rachel. She had never. His hand found Marie's buttocks. He squeezed them, and then Marie felt her panties being pushed to the side.Marie's eyes closed and she moaned over his shaft when she felt her pussy lips part and a finger inside her. That was it for Marie, she was in the zone. Marie forgot about the harsh tone. She was ready to get fucked."What are you doing?" the man said when Marie straightened.Marie told him she was going to get undressed."Like fuck you are. Come here."The man moved to the head of the bed..