“Too please you master.”“And what purpose does your body serve?”“To be your cum dumpster master.” She replied.“Good girl. Now, do slave... wear clothes?” He asked.“Only if they please master.” “That’s my good little slut. Your dress no longer pleases me.” He said.Without further instruction, she slid her dress down her shoulders and let it fall to the floor at her feet.“On your knees whore.” He instructed. “Hands behind your head, mouth open.” Like the slave slut she is, she instantly. She spent half an hour in the bathroom, but eventually I heard the bathroom door open. I waited for a few minutes then turned off the TV and went to take my shower. As the water ran down over me I soaped up my cock. I knew I couldn't do that for long or I'd cum, so I rinsed, got out, toweled dry and pulled on my boxers. I went to her bedroom door. My heart was pounding. I knew she was in her bed waiting for me. I slowly opened the door to find her room dark. I slipped in and closed the door. I. I made her sit in my lap, took one boobs in one hand, and and started smothering, pinching her nipples, biting it slightly, every time I bite those melons she would moan, her pussy was already wet, I asked her to dance for me, she danced an erotic number, I slapped her ass, she shouted hit me harder punish your slut, she crawled all over to me, she took my cock in her hand, I could see the hungry slut here, she was sexy but her innocence was also sexy to watch, she started giving me blow job,. “Hardly.” His voice had come out huskier than he’d wanted and vibrated with a purr. Lucien saw red. Red with unbridled lust. He need inside this little fucker. Like now. Gripping the back of Boy Rayne’s neck, he practically dragged her out of the playroom to the sound of howls, whistles, and lots of lewd comments. The battle pet stumbled a bit, probably unaccustomed to the obscenely high stilettos, but didn’t resist Lucien manhandling her into is rooms. He let her go abruptly as soon as the.