"So, you understand what you are, and what you exist for?" I'm fuckmeat, Master. I exist to be used however anyone wants to use me." She said, mouth...parted in a sensuous pout, eyes locked like lasers on her Masters'."Recite the creed regarding L'Abattoir's Fuckmeat...like you." He said, cock hardening in confirmation.She recited the creed:1. Fuckmeat are self explanatory - sexual pleasure objects to be regarded as meat, with the purpose of being used as anyone wishes to use them.2. Fuckmeat. It was not something she liked doing even with a young handsome man but it didn’t go against her only rule of not taking it up her ass.Mister Winston waved his narrow but hard dick in Sharon’s youthful face and told her, “Turn around, Missy, I am going to do you from behind and don’t worry about your precious rear door, because it is your juicy cunt I am aiming for.”Sharon was not amused by the man’s crudity and, in fact, she shed a tear or two letting her long hair cover her face as she. Muje to pure din mummy ke boobs ke hi vichar aa rahe the aur soch raha tha kaise mummy ki chudai karu tabhi mummy ne kaha kal hum dono ko ahmedabad dur ke rishtedar ke vaha reception me jana he me to khush ho gaya. Dusre din subah me muje malum tha mummy muje uthane aayigi es liye maine bina chaddi pahene lungi pahan rakhi thi aur muth marke lund ko pura tight kar ke rakha tha aur lungi bhi ghutno ke upar kar di thi jab mummy uthane aayi to usne meri lungi me 8” inch ka tight lund dekha to vo. I remember her from my homeroom. I never liked her but she always liked me. I smile, attempting to excuse myself but she will have none of it. ‘You know, I had such a crush on you.’ She tells me. ‘If it hadn’t been for Stephaney I would have made such a move on you!’ Hardly flattered, I again try to excuse myself. Still, she is relentlessly pouring words out of her mouth. You would remember her well. ‘Talky Tina’ we used to call her. She was rude and obnoxious, always talking – some things.