He began kissing me again, harder, thenharder yet, I was trapped.Suddenly it happened, he yanked my arms up over myhead, holding them tight, kissing m... so fully Icouldn’t moan or tell him to stop, or warn Mike, thenhe was humping at me, I knew it was all over! He waspushing into me, there was no resistance, I was so wetand aroused that he just slipped in, literallyscrewing his cock into me, penetrating me with slowcircular movements, opening me up, further andfurther. I was thrashing my. Several times, I had gotten close. I simply couldn't give up without trying. When I turned the key, the left cuff miraculously opened up and I was able to bring my left arm out from behind my back for the first time in almost 5 hours. Within minutes, I had managed to untie my waist and legs from the chair. My poor pantyhose were wet and sticky. I almost cried when I removed the clips. Everywhere they were clamped, the sensitive flesh was swollen and red. I literally gushed when I took the last. But I quickly understood it was her indifference that made it easier for the senior slaves to claim their ownership over me. As I watched other slaves scramble for her attention and pleasure, I came to learn more about the power a slave wielded if Mistress identified him as a favourite. In my innocence I had not known what made a slave Mistress? favourite, but I learnt it the hard way from the others soon enough. And now my efforts had finally borne fruit. Mistress had chosen me, and only me,. Evelynn didn't care too much though, she never broughtup the topic herself, and the strange thoughts she had made last weekhave totally faded away, in one occasion she confessed to Chad that shefelt terribly ashamed she ever had such thoughts. She tried pulling backfrom the project more than one time as she was talking to Tamara, butTammy told her each time that they've already filled and sent thepartecipation forms, which states Tamara Brekeley as spfx artist andEvelynn Carver as her.