.When I lived with my parents I’d always slept naked. I didn’t see the point of pyjamas. I was sleeping on my own and didn’t have anyone to cove... up for. When I spent the night with one of my boyfriends (I’d always tell my parents I was with a girlfriend) pyjamas would just have gotten in the way. I certainly wasn’t going to wear pjs when I slept with my husband!..This left me with a little dilemma, though. I didn’t have time to wash and dress and the only other thing I had to wear was a short,. She's good for nothing, nothing at all.? Mistress said. ?But you're just as bad, aren't you, dirt-bag.? Mistress continued. ?Your cunt drips with need as well. You're just the same, just as horny. Now, slut-slave,? Mistress turned her attention back to Angela. ?Why don't you find out just how much dirt-bag's cunt is dripping with her foul juices.?This tirade of invective, this torrent of abuse, worked to fuel the desire between Angela's thighs and, almost in a dream, she shuffled across the. Jeff grunted and shot a wad across her squinted eyes, made her clean the tip off and disappeared into the darkness with Shaun. Malik kept pulling, soon his cock erupted with spurts into her eyes, nose and in her open mouth. he too joined his two partners.Aaron was kind and considerate with Cheryl, as badly as she'd been abused. They cheered him on for having such stamina and each took turns burying their cocks in her ruined asshole, ensuring that she'd remember having her ass abused. They all. "I'd been cramped in that thing for hours and so it was a real relief to get out of its embrace. As I reached down to untie my legs I noticed that my fingernails were indeed painted to match my toenails. I also saw that the hair had also been removed from my arms, armpits, chest, and belly. I looked odd, almost feminine without hair. Once my legs were free I raised myself unsteadily to my feet. Sylvia pointed towards a chair and told me to go and stand behind it. She laughed merrily as she.