...what.....what the hell is going on?" Help me get her untied and I'll explain." said Sue starting on the knots of the hog tie. "Slut here and I have...been meeting off and on for about a year and half. Every few months or so, she'll come into town here, and I, well, I'm her Mistress; I use and abuse her, tie her up and torture her. Treat her like shit and well, she pays me well and treats me like a queen." A painful groan erupted from behind the gag as the bound slave straightened her legs for. Omer was groaning and sighing: “Ahhh, Babe! Suck it harder”. I was scractching his left buttcheek with my nails giving him hornier feeling, for that every moment I was feeling that his cock was growing stiffer in my salivy mouth then I felt his precum was flowing from his balls through his dick and finally ejected to my mouth. The taste of his slimy cums were strange but not bad. In fact, I loved that taste! Anyway, his cock didn’t stop shooting that white viscous drops, they were splashed over. Sadly no one did.Meanwhile at 26 Primrose Close , Mr and Mrs Head prepared for their evening ritual of “make me fucking pregnant you bastard” as Mrs Head called it.She had specially purchased some beautiful underwear from the lingerie section of Marks and Spencer’s including a rather fetching black “Basque” and some whorish fishnet stockings and a very pretty quarter cup bra which did nothing to conceal her perky nipples, Also a pair of six inch high heels which she had on as she lay on the. " I know!" It's not my fault, Melissa," Sophie said quietly. "Not entirely." No. I'd say Carrie deserves a good chunk of blame. And Elliot." Why Elliot?" It's like everyone wanted a piece of Sarah, to use her. Carrie kept piling up the shows and the photo shoots and Elliot kept needing her to draw his newest concepts. There were weeks when she worked constantly: the tutors, the dance classes, the modeling, the drawing, travelling either to a gig or with Elliot. She's a powerhouse, Sophie, so.