Prince Samuel was obviously going to be true to his word: 413 would get absolutely genuine slave training from people who saw girls like her every day...and expected to process her neatly, with a minimum of fuss, ande maybe have a bit of fun with her when no-one was looking.413 remembered from her sister’s notes and the files on the computer that strict rules governed who was allowed to do what to a slave girl, and no junior trooper would risk his career by actually fucking her, but they could. And then this new guy, pretended as if there was a push from the crowd from the other end and moved right in front of my wife. My wife woke up startled.“ Dhaka kyun de rahe ho” my wife asked angrily “aur mujhe peeche kyun kia“ ?“sorry madam, bus stop mein aur log andar aaye, unhone dhaka diya mujhe” he replied apologetically“ thodi der ki baat hai, please adjust kar lijiye”On hearing the apologetic tone of this man, my wife calmed down. The bus started moving.My wife pulled up her pallu, and. He took a long chain and attached her wrists to the headboard and the hook in the ceiling. He then released her hobble and chained her feet wide apart to the legs of the foot board. He then pulled a penis gag out of his toolbox and forced it into her mouth, saying, you’ve got to get used to this and buckled and locked it tightly. This gave Raquel more of that helpless feeling and her pussy started to get even more excited. In her mind she reasoned, why do I like this, why am I getting off. Co.ukChapter 8My legs were aching but I wanted to ensure my nose stayed on the mark. Iwas sure the hour was up, then I heard John, "That's a good 45 minutes nowfor the final 15 it will be harder! But it will all be useful to you withour guests tonight. Stand on your tip toes." I did, he drew another redspot where my nose now was. "Now keep your nose there!" he laughed. Aftera few minutes my calves started to ache terribly. I started to put myheels down. I felt a sudden whack on the back of my.