"Pansy gasped at the perfection of the idea, and started squeezing hard onthe plug impaling her ass. Truths started writing themselves into herbrain. ...aster Chub controlled her clit. Master Chub controlled her ass.Master Chub controlled how she walked. Master Chub controlled how shetalked. Chub Master controlled Pansy Pumpscock. Chub Master created PansyPumpscock. He was her god; he created her, and she worshipped himunconditionally.Locking the ring into the head of Pansy's clit, Master Steel. It's just you're such a good cook and I'm always hungry. How about I wash dishes after dinner, since you done everything else?" You'll get no argument from me. It's nice of you to offer."As she bustled about the kitchen, he sat at the table and watched her closely. The old house dress was of a light cloth to begin with, and it had been washed so many times it was becoming tissue thin. He could clearly see her brassier and her panties underneath the dress, and that caused him to get hard. Once,. She is alone in the frame, just her and an empty bed fitted with a pristine white bedspread. Her bedspread was chosen for contrast and, once folded up and taken away, nothing here will remain of her.Moving her breasts closer to the camera, she squeezes them together and fills the entire view. A slight amount of sweat glistens on her skin as she teases her nipples and shakes her udders gently. She can feel a similar slickness between her legs, a tiny drop making its way down between her thighs.. Just one college boy?" Jason teased."Maybe a couple of frat boys would be nice." Christine responded."You know, I could make this little fantasy a reality if you wanted." Jason suggested."No, I could never do that for real. It is just a little fantasy." Christine answered."Are you sure? I would love to watch." Jason asked."I am positive. I just want you." Christine responded."Have it your way then, but it would be sexy." Jason said."Promise me you won't get another guy for me. I would be mad if.