You lean over and say “Don’t move a muscle slave” and then you begin to slide your enormous cock into my ass. You know this is true punishment f...r me. You know this is worse than the belt. You know this because of what I have shared only with you. You know this will be the worst punishment besides discarding me or selling me. I am fearful but I do not move a muscle. You slowly slide your engorged cock into me an inch at a time and I again bite my lip to keep from crying out. My ass is searing. He held her still, at the front door, thinking about how twenty-four hourshad been enough to turn his best friend into a girl in tears."Steve, who is it?" asked Chelsea, appearing from a door. Her eyes lockedon Rachel, and she ran to her."What happened? You're all wet... Come on, you can borrow some of myclothes."And so, for the second night in a row, Rachel found herself depending onthe Diamond's hospitality. Steve's parents were out for dinner together,and the three of them ordered something. But Jackson kept staring in a way that was not so much lusting as it was fascination - the fascination a child might have with a promised toy. For Mr. Lessing's friend, Abby Farrington, had already pointed the beautiful little blonde woman out to him, and Jackson could hardly wait to meet her - and play with her. He wondered excitedly how long it would be before his boss's friends began to play their wonderful games... like they always did at these parties."Laura, darling, are you enjoying. Kev and I were too embarrassed to argue. Mr. White didn't stop grinning the whole day.The women should have driven the clothing salesmen at the stores we visited crazy but in fact the opposite happened. They were delighted to be able to discuss every aspect of male clothing with people who were clearly interested. To a man they ignored Kev and I. And my sister charmed them even as she negotiated lower prices on every item she bought.At one store, the last one we visited, perhaps our cities most.