Fir wo boli ye sab kese khelte hain to main unhe samjhane laga us baqt unki saree thoda breast ke chala geya tha to clivage saaf dikh rahatha main or ...hud ko control nehi kar paya or mera haath leke mami ke pichhwade main Rakh dia or use pakad ke squeeze karne laga mami ne kuch nehi boli to mera himmat badh geya or main jor jor se dabane laga fir kuch der baad bade mama ageyen to mamine unko kuch puchhne chalegeye usdin maine bahot bar muth mara or socha ki aaj kuch v karke mujhe mami ko chod. The Masters usually wait until they have a few girls who can share the punishment and spice up the punishments. But not tonight, tonight one slave will receive her comeuppance. The Masters arrived one by one, proudly dragging their scantily clad slave at their feet. Those who arrived early had claimed their seat in the centre, and everyone else positioned themselves around, their edge their eyes trained upon the stage and its two big screens either side, where all the action would occur. Eyes. I could see her nipples. Hard and yet soft and pink. I felt a stirring in my loins. Not that I hadn’t been hard before, but the moment was so erotically charged that I actually let out a soft sigh of pure hunger. Then, she almost broke me, her mouth curving into an amused, knowing smile as she laid the tip of her finger against her lips, kissing, licking, sucking it into her open mouth, her tongue sliding over it until it was nice and wet, and then…It was as if time stood still around her as. ”“Nice to meet you, too.”“How did I get from the plane to here?”“You crashed about two months ago just a few hundred yards from here. I carried you here and placed you on the bed. Then I went out to get your things.”“Thank you, wasn’t I too heavy for you?”Horace sat down in a chair where she could have a good view of him until the drug kicked in and take her back to sleep.“No you’re light as a feather. My mother had tuberculoses and I came into this world deformed as you can see.”“You’re my.