Should I feel guilty these demented thoughts? No. Master allows me the privelage of reconciling the worst filth with the knowledge that these lessons ...re meant to train me to become his (or who he sees fit) perfect subordinate cunt slave. My mind drifts amidst the worst acts one can do, or have done, to their bodies. One which is a recurring, appalling guilt begins with me barefoot in an empty parking lot. Concrete pillars line the dark spaces in long, dizzying, single rows. Their gray. Kavita se baat hoti thi bt mostly class k matter ko lekar,abhi tak koi b aisiWaisi baat krne ka mauka ni mil pa rha tha,ek din by mistake ek non veg msg mam ko snd ho gaya,meri fat gayi,kahin usne teachers ko bata diya to meri badnami ho jaegi college meMaine kavita ko phn kiya or sorry mangi usne kuch ni kaha or its ok keh kr rakh diya agle din wo college me mili usne kaha koi bat nhi ye to chalta rehta hai don’t feel sorry me khush ho gayaUsi raat kavita ka ek non veg msg aaya,fir kya tha. As his massive cockhead swelled to gigantic proportions, I untied his pink cock base bow just seconds before one of my biggest mouth loads ever taken, erupted like old faithful gushing his thick pungent soupy sperm in wild pulsations that my eager fully turned on mouth delightfully accepted! Truly being a good sport, Candy Lynn then kissed me on my right cheek while congratulating me on my victory! I bought her a frozen mudslide up at the bar while all sexual hell broke out all over the front. ” “Good job,” she said in a drawling purr without a shred of warmth. At the time, she’d started to wish he hadn’t been on the payroll, that he’d just been one more of the anonymous cocks Sirita had helped her line up for the night. The last thing she’d been thinking about was her safety or anonymity. She remembered the way he’d been standing over her, off to the side as if waiting his turn. “Truth be told,” she confessed, “you were actually a total professional.” “Ma’am?” “You never tried.