He could feel, deep down, the knowledge that whatever hold Matilda had once had over him, it was strong enough that he would have done anything she as...ed, anything at all. The desire to obey was stronger than any inhibitions, any taboos. Jay suddenly realized he had an erection. The whistle of the kettle brought him back to reality. Jay grabbed a mug from the cupboard, poured himself a cup of water, stirred in a few spoonfuls of instant coffee, and went into the living room with the drink. He. And before Kira could get a descent breath of air, another dick was shoved down her throat this one longer and a good bit thicker. This new guy knew what he wanted, just jamming it al down her throat at once. She wouldve gagged if itd been possible. While this new guy was busy fucking her face, she felt a hand grab her right tit, it felt numb and sore for some reason. Then she felt the hand brush over some ropes and realized they tied her tits up. They were already DDs and when she wore her. I didn't care about lotion because there's a time for lotion and it's not when her feet are covered in delicious sweat for lubrication. As I rubbed them I made sure to caress ever part of her feet that I knew were always sore, ever toe was played with I loved sliding my finger between each toe. I basically used her sweat as an oil to produce some kind of the****utic experience for her while I imagined I was jerking off or using her sweaty feet for a footjob. They were so sweaty you could hear. Nobody believes it was an accident, but nobody particularly wants to investigate it energetically either, so my mother received an enormous settlement and continued to file tax returns for customers sent to her by the government."As Abigail talked, I studied her. She was about five-foot four, almost too slim but not quite skinny. Her hair was a buck skin brown and surprisingly full and thick. Her face was marred by the abuse, so it was tough to get a handle on her looks, but the rest of her was.