Now she would end it.I lost.Kimberly “Kimmie” Miller“Ooh, that was so much cum,” I purred, my pussy on fire from the risk I took. I ran my han...s up my belly to my jizz-coated tits and massaged Becca Brittany’s futa-cum into my breasts. My fingers brushed my nipples, making my futa-dick tingle. “You are amazing.”Resignation filled Becca Brittany’s face. “And now you’re going to fuck me.”“Yep!” I grinned, savoring this moment. “I was a big fan before you became a futa.”“You mentioned that,” Becca. . HAVE... M-MERCEEEE... I'VE... DONE NOTHING... „These piteous cries only serve to rouse Quentin to greater efforts. He became utterly absorbed in his task... lost in it. Whiplashing down with might and main... right and left. He lost all count of time and place. Also of the number of strokes he had laid on. He was consumed by sadistic frenzy... and would have gone on and on whipping Melissa until she was u*********s, but for Madame Vesta's restraining arm on his.„Thank you, Mr Osman.... Mrs C, D and E , went along side Anu and watched her pee. Mrs. C, put her fingers in Anu’s vagina when she was peeing and that made urination to stop for sometime. She felt pain, and they all enjoyed the situation. When she removed her finger, urin gushed out from Anu with a lot of pressure.Anu was commanded to make and serve tea for the group. She was all nude this time too. Her hair was in a messed up bun, and she was asked to leave it that way. While she was going to do the tea, Mrs E took a. She had worked for me, maybe a year, if that. Cute as a button and ambitious too. She had her whole career mapped out. She was going to do pre-med in Portland, then off to somewhere back east for doctor school. The Chicken Shack was to make some money for college. And she saved everything. She was an honest and busy little worker. Always smiles and happy to see everyone. A never ending fountain of energy, that one. I noticed something off about her after the Fourth of July. There was that.