Slut, get on your knees for your Master."Jane glanced up at him, her eyes wide and her face growing redder before dropping to her knees on the dirty b...r floor. Her hands at her side, her head down. Larry bent forward and snapped a leash onto her collar, a long one on a windup reel."Stand up," he ordered. We all watched as Jane quickly got to her feet.Turning Jane around so that she faced the crowd, Larry ordered her to take off her dress. The room was very quiet, but erupted in jeers as Jane's. Diesmal ist eine 3-tätige Team-Building Maßnahme dran. Aber nicht etwas aufregendes wie eine Kanufahrt oder Klettern oder was vernünftige Unternehmen machen. Nein, wir dürfen in einem Hotel (na gut, wenigstens ein gutes Hotel) im größten Konferenzsaal irgendwelche Vorträgen zu Motivation und Antrieb geben und so Übungen machen, wie etwa mit einem Katapult in ein vorgegebenes Ziel zu schießen. Letzteres klingt zwar etwas spaßig, hat aber den Spaßfaktor von Fußpilz. Richtig ekligen Fußpilz.Wären. Her Husband, Kieth, was a strong minded man who held a very important position at a local high street bank. During thier marriage, Lynn had wanted for nothing, all she was required to do was keep a clean, tidy house, pay the bills on time and always provied Kieth with a smart pressed shirt for work. Not a hard job, she even had time to spend at the hairdresses, gym or shopping. To most, she lived an ideal life, but what her friends did not realise was that there was always a price to pay for. Next thing was a big cock being thrusted into my hole, I yelled out, and kept yelling, they thought I was in pain, but it had been over a year since I had been fucked, and really, I was in a world of pleasure. The dude in my mouth soon shot his load, first shot going in my throat, and the rest filling my mouth, he yelled at me to clean him up, and swallow, then smacked me across the face, I did exactly that. He removed his cock and it was soon replaced with another, this one smelling and.