On shaky legs, Melody walks back to the bedroom. While she hasn’t been allowed to wear any clothes for the past few months, she is lucky enough to b... able to shower. And this is where she goes next. She climbs into the shower and stands motionless as the fingers of the hot water massages her body, washing away Rick’s scent and the cum that trickles out of her and down her inner thighs. After a long while, she steps out of the shower and glances over at the clock on the night stand. It is nearly. Soooo good. And almost eagerly she let Martin draw her lips to his and kiss her, softly at first, then more urgently.Her lips were pressed hard against his, open and willing to take his tongue as it probed the depths of her unresisting mouth. Small moans of erotic stimulation gurgled from deep in her throat. The drug had made his touch seem godlike. She was a Grecian princess standing on a hill above ancient Athens, about to be taken for the first time by a ghostlike creature who had come to. She’s most of reason I joined the class, I used to leave the gym at about eight, right as she would go into the studio. I’d faff around tying my shoelace or looking for something in my bag as long as I could outside those glass doors but I didn’t want to look weird so I eventually signed myself up. She was a young girl, just about eighteen. Her blonde hair sat on her shoulders and stopped just above her round, heavy breasts. She had a tiny waist on her petite frame, wide hips, slender arms &. These days he only gave its tits a quick caning that made her see starts before he went off to work. It stayed like he left it and waited for the slave to wake up. The slave hated it. For some reason she felt jealous of it, even though it never even craved what the slave had. The slave had a life, even had a slave’s name and a ?real? one. It wanted neither. At first it felt bad about being tortured not only by Master’s strong hands but also by his slave. In time it came to realize it didn’t.