"What did I say last night about simpering acolytes?" Her eyes widened a bit."That ... um ... you didn't want any, Sir?" She looked a little worried."...xactly. Why did you ask me like that?" I said in a gentler tone. I didn't like that 'this slave' bullshit, but I needed to know if it was something she wanted."I guess I was trying it on?" she said "I mean, I'd seen it stories and wondered if that's how I should talk when it's just us ... um ... Sir." She appended."Fair enough. Honestly, it does. She was in a great cock heaven, surrounded by them--a prisoner of them--while all the time the dog behind her fucked his red- hot rigidity deeper between her legs, expanding her grasping cunt with each mind-bending stroke. Mark's middle finger drubbed into her as well, and between them she felt trapped as if she were an insect, helpless before their dominating will."Don't... oh don't stop darlings! Never, never stop! OH! EEEEEH!"It hit her suddenly, like white lightning out of the blue. One. She pulled slightly forward and showing him the dildo in her hand she inserted it into her cunt and turned it on to vibrate and spin on high. With the dildo firmly held by her cunt muscles he bent down and licked her ass hole then drove his huge cock into her waiting moist ass and buried it to the hilt his balls slapping against the butterfly on the dildo. He had never experienced anything like this before! This sure wasn’t like fucking a high school girl behind the bleachers during a football. Donna said to him, ‘There is one more mistake, find it, and fix it.’ ‘Mom, you could’ve told you that in the office, and I would feel like such an idiot.’ ‘Architectural design is a learning process. You are learning. This is not school, where your professor gives you grade. The mistakes you made could cost you a commission. Find your errors, and fix them.’ Brad returned to the design specification page, and continued to tick off everything he knew he had done. When he got to the windows, he.