As her muscles failed her arms would be slowly pulled out of their sockets. Excruciating.But that wasn't the only reason why she was crying. She still...had my cum on her face, just as she had at the club. She had asked for it, begged for it, and if she could have thought of anything more degrading she would have begged for that too. Tonight she had gone from being a kinky girl to being a slave, and she knew it. She knows what the next years of her life are going to be like, because I have told. Now it's two things I don't have anymore with all the sex: clean panties and untangled hair!"Heather picked up the bra. "That's more like it."Melinda's eyes narrowed again. "More like what?"Heather hesitated, then shook her head as she slipped on her bra. "Never mind."Melinda dropped her hands, the brush slapping her thigh as she stomped forward. "No, come on, you were going to say something! What is it? More like what?"Heather hooked her bra closed and tugged the straps once. She lifted her. You go harder and I squeal more and this time you get up and straddle my face and start to smother me. Now I can’t breathe and my squeals are muffled. Once you get me like this, you continue teasing and tormenting my nipples for several more minutes. You finish and roll over and say “Good boy Mattie, wake me again at 8 am like this” and you roll over and fall asleep again. My mouth and face are covered with your come, my hands are still cuffed and my nipples are burning. Again, I can’t sleep. ‘Hello there,’ he said, releasing her wrist and sliding both his hands around her waist so he was holding her in place ‘Hi,’ she grinned down at him. She pushed her hands into his hair and fisted them, pulling his face towards hers. He groaned as she captured his bottom lip between her teeth and tugged gently. And they were kissing, their tongues dancing to some silent song, their bodies pressed together. The evidence of his arousal was obvious as he ground his hips against hers. Lust.