Sweat was pouring from both of them now and the sheets were soaking wet with sweat and pussy juices. He pulled her head up until she was kneeling upri...ht and grabbed her throat, owning her, claiming this woman as his. Giselle clutched her tits, raking her nails across the bouncing white meat and pinching her nipples so hard she almost tore them off. "I'm gonna cum!" he said, "I'm gonna cum!" "Yes! Cum in my ass... give me your cum, baby... fill my hot ass with your cock cream!" she begged. Mark. Her parents had taught her not to resist the advances of boys who might want to use her. They had said nothing about if girls wanted to do anything with her. So she let her natural reactions guide her. "Good girl... wider..." Sandra still spoke as if there were no possibility her order would be disobeyed, although quieter this time, and then turned back to pay attention to the teacher, her fingers still seeking to slide into Magan. She bit her bottom lip, but she did as she was told, her legs. Your husband and the man he was owned by, and I mean that in the strictest since of the word. This man you say your husband was infatuated with, actually controlled your husband through fear and threats of abuse, which he doled out at his whim. To us, a Master is someone we please not because we have to, but because we choose to and want to. Can you look at my collar and read what is says.”Morgan did as asked and audibly gasped, “It says you are Property of Jeremiah Winslow, if you are not his. "Do you like watching her with another man?" I ... Mistress," he cleared his throat and turned his gaze back on Cheryl and Peter, "I don't know." I think Peter's going to cum before you do," I giggled and Peter lifted his eyes from the viewfinder to grin at me."She's pretty good," the man said. "Oh ... This won't take long!" You should fuck her," I decided, although it really was up to Cheryl. "Turn around, Slave-Sister, let Peter fuck you."I heard the wet pop sound as Cheryl pulled Peter's.