Trying so hard to scream as her titties, already purple and engorged, pulled tighter, making her hard nipples throb. “Much better,” he simply sa...d as he stepped back. She tried so hard to close her eyes and make it all disappear. Only to open them and see her succulent titties turning dark purple. She let out another muffled cry when she heard him unzip his pants. He stood there beside her, his long, massive cock inches from her skin. She tried to turn her head away, not wanting to watch. The letter stated that people were after him but he wasn’t sure if it was the CIA, DEA, or other people in his business. He told me to take the cash and disappear. He said that the people that were after him had missed killing him twice in the last month and that they knew what they were doing.“The letter told me about different accounts around the world and safe deposit boxes. Yesterday, I got a call telling me that my father, mother and two brothers were all killed in a house fire. I didn’t. Just concentrate on sucking your cum and pussy juice off the toy Mom fucks herself with. Ooooooooh, that's so hot. Start pumping it in and out of your mouth. Fuck your dyke mouth with Mom's fake cock that's flavoured in your slutty lesbo cunt!"Buffy whimpered around the dildo in her mouth, trying her best to ignore Dawn's perverted words and concentrate on the delicious taste of her own cum and pussy cream. Tasting herself had been one of those many perverted thoughts that Buffy had dreams. Red lips were essential all the time and I wore only clothes that Paul approved. Obviously, these were always short or tight, often both. While these changes pleased Paul, they came at a certain cost. People, of course, noticed the difference and judged me because of it. Girls would call me a slut as I walked by just because of how I dressed. Lads would hit on me more often, clearly thinking I would be easy. And my parents moaned about the style of clothes. I didn't care, though; I was Paul’s.