I felt almost drunk. I had no idea what was going on. She moved back towards me and asked me to read some letters and numbers from a wall chart and th...n ask to put my hands on my head. As I did so, my short gown pulled up leaving me a little exposed down below but it was fine until she kneeled saying “I’ll just do your hips and inside leg and then its a little cough and you’ll be out of here”.
I was still processing ‘a little cough’ when she kneeled in front of me. Again, she wrapped her arms. I sat there, listening to the sounds of gagged women moaning and whimpering. Being spanked. Harsh words from men and women, punishing their slaves, having sex with them. Listening to pleading and begs, of girls like me asking to be let go right before the gag is inserted, harsh slaps, whips, loud hums, orgasms… I pretended that I had been k**napped, forced to listen, completely gagged, no vision, the only sound of the pleasures and pain of girls, pretending that my captor wanted me to hear. Then with a loud “aggggh,” Carl came, spraying his cum straight onto Susie's naked tits. Probably nobody was as surprised as Carl and Susie. The others noticed that Cathy seemed neither surprised not upset that her husband had cum on her sister, and suspected she'd “aimed” him on purpose.“What a mess,” Cathy said, still lightly stroking Carl's cock. “I bet you guys would give anything to see me lick that off of her, but we don't roll that way and you know it. So here's an interesting question:. I like. Mmmmm that feels good.”I managed to say ready for our usual morning routine. He reached in between my legs where a tremendous heat burned hot like the ache in pussy for his dick. I felt my body break a sweat as he rubbed the material hard against the mound pressed tightly under the fabric. He eased me into his arms, caressing my neck with more light kisses. His soft lips brushed and tickled my skin and the euphoria of being stroked over my clothes clouded my mind. My hair fell onto his.