As my Tuesday morning continued, I knew It would be a good time to look at my slave contract to see if there was a clause dealing with Amy's death. Wh...le I was reading the slave contract to find the clause, Dale phoned me and I tried my best to make it seem a little better for him to little avail. But Dale did have some good news it seemed that Amy had left me 'POSH SLUT' magazine along with the apartment I was currently living in as her way to say thank you for being her slave.Dale said that. Sie würde nur lernen und könne nie entspannen und wäre immer unter Stress.Damit sie abschalten lernt biete ihr an, ihre Füsse zu massieren. Das kann ich besonders gut. Sie kommt also in meine Wohnung. Mit Liebe knete ich ihre kühlen zarten Mädchenfüsse. Sie findets Klasse. Ich erkläre meine Rückenmassage wäre noch besser. Franziska läßt sich tatsächlich darauf ein. Sie zieht den Pulli aus. Ich verlange, dass ihren Büstenhalter öffnen muss. Sie zögert, aber ich vermittle ihr Vertrauen. So darf. Hey, half of us were here.A small lady with the name Regan James escorted us to our quarters and gave us a quick tour of the station. There were six cafeterias. Each cafeteria was next to an elevator tube. She explained the emergency air lock/fire doors between segments of the wheel. We would have fifteen seconds after the alarm sounds to clear the door. The door was bordered by a one foot wide fluorescent red strip. It had a knife edge and would cut a body in half if necessary. Do not stand in. .. shit... that’s it... I knew this’d get my fucking prick hard... I don’t get fucking limp-dicked like a fucking faggot!” He continued to pump his now hardening cock into her soft, wet mouth. “Tongue it, bitch!” he shouted down at her. He spread his legs wider on each side of Amy’s head and started to plough into her mouth; his ass beaded with sweat and his damp body-hair nearly suffocating her with every thrust. Then he pushed his full erection into her throat; grabbing her head and.