Who could blame them, the slave leathers hugged her torso like a corset, showing off her hourglass physique. Cleavage was not left to the imagination,...the top of her breasts where always exposed and always caught the lustful gaze of men. The tight dress was so low-cut that bending over would expose her bare ass to any onlooker. The dress was a mark of shame, a constant reminder that her life had less value than those around her. The final shame was a tattoo that is branded on the upper arm of. Then I moved to her other nipple and sucked lightly. Her nipples were twisted and standing out from her breasts. I bit one ever so lightly. Madison moaned, "Bite them, I like that." I moved over and bit the other one only harder. "Yes, bite them harder, suck them harder, you are being too gentle. I want to feel the pressure of your teeth." My passion was at a high level and if she wanted me to give her a 'little pain', I would. My lips and teeth descended onto her right breast, biting harder. Tom and I just don’t fuck anymore, and I need more release than my hand can provide sometimes.”“Noted," he said, with a laugh. She laughed too and kissed him on the cheek. “I’m glad we talked.” She walked off, fetching her daughter, while Sierra came running up to him. “What were you guys talking about?” She asked, a tinge of jealousy in her voice. “Nothing really, honey. Hey listen, don’t take this the wrong way, but has Ashley been asking about me?” “Only every night, why? Do you want. I kicked at him, striking him in the face with the flat of my foot. He stammered back, and rage filled his eyes. He brought his fist down on my stomach, the force breaking the table and making me gasp. As I slid of the broken wood, I stretched my hands out to stop my decent, and ended up with them in the broken glass. I cried out loudly, tears streaming down my face as my fall made Bryan pull out of my mouth. I was about to beg them to stop when my face made contact with Tonys fist. I screamed,.