Don't get distracted. Don't get sidetracked.Her smile never left her face as she complied with my demand. I threaded both arms through the front loop ...nd pulled hard. Grabbing the straps attached to them, I guided each sleeve to the side loops, forcing her to give herself the tightest hug she ever gave herself. When I spun her around again, she leaned back and craned her head towards my ear."You know, I don't need my arms to be a bad girl."Focus on the job."I'm sure you'll enjoy it as much as I. .". I first used it in one of my stories and got a number of emails from whore cunts telling me that I had perfectly captured the wonderful feeling of joy and satisfaction that washed over them whenever a john that was cunt fucking them with his hard cock would have such a giant massive orgasm that it would cause him to blow every last drop of cum in his balls flooding their cunt and womb and while draining him of all energy exclaiming that she was the best fucking piece of ass that he had ever. She had a perfect ass. She also had a very nice rack, they fit her body type perfectly, and while the numbers might not be impressive on her petite little body they looked huge. But by far the her most striking feature was her smile. Always present, her smile made her nose wrinkle just a bit and you noticed the splash of freckles across her nose and her stunning green eyes. Simply saying she was a 11.And I was no where in her league. So we would chat every morning and I would be nice, but there. We came into a Tiled premises and I realized that we were in the actual slaughterhouse. In the middle was a large stainless steel table, a drain at the bottom on the floor. Wallside were hanging a few Waterhoses. In addition, there was a larger tub on the side. One of my two companions came to me and gestured to undress me. I thought of Pasha's words, followed and put down my kaftan. Now the two grabbed me and put me by my back on the stainless steel table. An icy chill came over me as my body.