Her old name was gone. The master, if he thought her worthy, would name her after he interviewed her. Standing two meters plus Yves towered over the g...rl as he critically eyed her trembling nude form. “Turn around child,” he ordered. The chain attached to the leather belt around her waist and the shackles on her ankles clinked faintly as she slowly turned around as she had been instructed. “Stop,” he commanded. She stood while he admired her softly curved ass. It would look even better with a. Her tight scrumptious ass. I needed to fuck her too. I stuck my cock in her tight passage was, and began a smooth rhythm, she came almost instantly moaning slightly when she did then again and again, seven time she came on my cock her juices flowing over me, then she began to loosen up and I wanted to make this as pleasurable as I could and because she had cum already several times I pulled out and in a matter of seconds spreed here ass checks and pushed in to her ass tighter then anything I. Megan had sold the idea to the company on the basis of being a time-saver on reading pointless memos and avoiding needless meetings. Instead, it absorbed at least an hour every morning, often more. Nobody even paid attention to it – every last lady in the company just stared into space, slack-jawed, as digital Desiree jabbered on about God only knew what. Today, for the first time in months, there wasn’t one. How did she used to start the day? She didn’t even know what to do, so she just sat at. “We really are. Please don’t send us away. We won’t trade our wives anymore. Honest.”I looked back and forth at two grown men shedding tears of shame. I’d never seen either of them cry. The times when our father had brought them back from a whooping behind the shed, they weren’t crying. When he was a little kid and his dog died, Rory didn’t cry. Even at the Surrender, Mick didn’t shed any tears.“Paul, I know that what we’ve done has destroyed your trust in us, but if you’ll give us another.