And I’ll be making it clear what your clit is for. Which is my pleasure, and not yours. You can probably guess what that means.”A pleading look wi...h my master, whom I love like the sun itself, makes my heart sink into my stomach. He looks away, and worse, it’s not in guilt. There’s a smile on his face. He wants to see me suffer like this. I sob helplessly into the floor. Master- the man who was once my master- grabs his slave and takes her to the chair. He locks her into it and gags her with. Somehow, my work didn’t seem so drab as I waited for Friday to come.Tran said that I should dress casually, so I wore a pair of nice slacks with an open-collared shirt and a sports jacket. I still have that jacket, though it looks silly with the wide lapels that were the style back then.I went to the address she gave me in the French Quarter of the city and rang the bell.I was blown away by the vision I front of me. Tran was wearing what by today’s standards would be a fairly modest LBD, but. ”“Thanks, Liya, Heather. The more I’m here, the more certain I am that getting out of that house was good for me. Throw in my ... six new sisters and it’s no contest. My life, although aspects of it still suck big donkey dicks, is so much better than it was two months ago. Thank you, all.”Despite the serious reason behind her statement, her outré phrase caused some snickering.Liya kept the skimpy tube top, simply replacing the skirt with a small bikini bottom, one in which not quite as much of. Soooooooo goooooooooood..."Then, the song was over and she pulled away, rocking now to the beat of a much faster tune. She was bouncing and weaving excitedly now, rocking hard. She swung her torso around wildly to throw her huge tits around. Then, in syncopated rhythm with the song, she stepped right in front of me again as I sat on the couch. Helen was standing tall, feet together. Her sexy pussy was right in front of my face, obstructed only by the sheer harem pants.Helen began to buck her.