These were small closets set up to be soundproof and lacked any sort of comfort for a slave locked up in them. Besides no lights there was only a buck...t for toilet and not even enough room for a slave to lay down to sleep unless they were curled in a fetal position.--They were quick to return leading a struggling slave with her head covered with a black fabric hood. Robert could tell this slave was blonde who's naked body looked fantastic. Based on the way she was struggling and the fresh slave. She told herself that she wasn’t normally like this, that there was something about Robert being older that made being with him feel…different. Her plan—her stupid plan—had been to fool around with Robert every now and then. She hadn’t been lying when she said she didn’t want a boyfriend, and a guy ten years older than her wouldn’t have been her first choice anyway. Moreover, Robert had been cool with it: no pressure, just fun, casual sex. So why the fuck am I avoiding the first guy to ever. She and Diane placed a hand on her inner thighs opening her pose. “Here Sarg, here Major,” Brenda prompted quietly, fingers close to her pussy.Sarg turned his attention to Carla, his nose finding her scent and began licking. Carla was too interested in this perverted act to stop him. She moved her legs giving him easier access.“Feel his tongue separate your lips and begin fucking you like a cock?” Diane said describing their usual experience.“Yes, yes I do.” she blushed partly due to the. Paul helped as she half-lifted, half-pushed his body from the couch to the tiny chair. "These small wheels are going to be hard to push on that carpet!" Paul said."I'll manage. I got motivation!" she said.Pushing the chair didn't work, but Lois quickly figured out that pulling it did. She rolled Paul into the nearby bedroom, fighting the soft carpet and the too-small wheels of the chair all the way. When she got close to the bed, Paul told her to hold the chair steady for him, and he simply.