One day I was on the internet, looking for girls to cum to (as I usually do), and I had the idea to head over to her Facebook page, and give my dick a...wank to some of her photos. I’m glad I did, because she had lots of hot photos of her nights out with the girls, her cleavage a make-up started doing things to me, and I held my cock hard and felt her beauty.Then my phone rang. Usually in the middle of such a great wank I wouldn’t answer my phone. But this day, it was sitting right. He had gotten Jill a sexy Mrs. Claus outfit, a red miniskirt and top the micro skirt didn't even come halfway down her toned legs.As always, she was a good sport and dealt with Tim's poor decision-making. But when the snowmaker malfunctioned (big surprise) and shattered the glass in the living room door, she was furious.Tim had to find a glass place that was open on Christmas Eve. Jill told the boys to go with him after he called around and found a place open, but it was way out in Lansing, a. I wasn't in a hurry and I knew the stop I had to get off at was called the Bowery Station. It was apparently named after that section of the city that had all the hobos from ages gone by, and I thought to myself that they must have moved inside to the subway, as I noticed some of them laying up against the station walls.Hearing the roaring sound of the train as it entered the station, I waited until those departing the train had left and our crowd entered, and I felt like a sardine packed in a. Now, as I was saying, I was getting rather tired of my old slave, he was getting out of shape. So useless he was. I, as you may have guessed if you have anything between your ears, am your new owner. You will refer to me as ‘mistress’. I will refer to you as whatever I please. Got it, bitch?”“What is this place? Who are you? Why am I here?” She sighed, replying,“This, my little pet, is a dungeon. It’s your new home, you’d better get used to it. I have already said who I am, and you are here for.