That was the day she met her 2nd Master the "Love of her Life" she never knew her m*ther for she died giving birth and was raised by an alcoholic D*d ...ho was ultra strict. she was intimatly familiar with His belt by the time she was e*ght. one day when she was f**rt**n He caught her masterbating and flew into a drunken rage' taking off His belt He pulled her over his lap. He yelled at her that only bad little g*rls play with their private parts as He brought the belt down on her backside for. ‘Let go’ she demanded, and he did as he was told, while the girls manouvered themselves into new positions for the continuation of the fuck for the rest of us. ‘He’s cum’ said the fourth girl, as she lined herself up to decend onto him, and sure enough there was a pool of white semen on his belly, filling up the cavity that formed his belly button. She reached over and dipped her finger into the pool, withdrawing and inserting it into her mouth, as if tasting wine, ‘Yes he’s cum’, she said,. "Why did you do this to me?" I asked just as Tim bent down to put what I thought was a rag of some sort into my mouth. The material was made of satin and it suddenly dawned on me what was in my mouth?panties!"Listen to me Princess; you are in no position to ask any questions or to make any bargains. I will do the talking for now; just nod your head if you understand me." I nervously nodded and was visibly shaking, I felt violated and submissive at the same time."I just went up stairs and looked. “Pull your skirt all the way up,” the girl whispered. “Show me what a pretty cunt you have.” Joan, feeling as if she were dreaming, slipped her skirt high, uncrossing her legs. The girl saw the lacy panties, and made a soft hissing sound. She thrust her finger into her cunt and openly finger-fucked herself, her eyes burning as Joan parted her own knees. The creamy flesh of Joan’s thighs above the nylons sent shivers of anticipation through the pretty receptionist.“Beautiful, Joan,” the girl.