There was the floral print dress she had bought from Marks and, maybe, that nice cardy she had picked up in British Home Stores. Those, together with ... comfy pair of flats, would make a pleasant outfit but they would be out of place when compared to the sort of clothes Mel wore and Lucy hadn't seemed a floral print and cardy type of girl either. Well, it would have to do. It wasn't as if she had much else in her wardrobe.When Mel arrived at work on Friday morning and saw what Karen was wearing. She wished she?d never been a bad girl but she?d take this. she?d take it all to just have a chance to be back in his good graces. To kneel at His feet and let Him play with her hair. To hear Him call her a good girl. ?Pile drive that pussy, boys! Next Next!? The bearded one had already shot his load, a feeble fuck at best. The next guy was young and thin. His curly hair covered his face as he lowered himself into her. His cock was already hard and slid right in. ?Sloppy seconds! Sloppy. Her new Master was already seated at a huge table that reminded her of King Arthur’s court. The food was placed on the table as a banquet would be. She was ushered to her seat at the far end of the table, facing Master, with Mai-Lin seated between them. In front of her was a fully-portioned plate, but with her hands bound inside the Zentai suit, how would she be able to feed herself? Her question was answered when Master beckoned for her to come to him. He ordered her to kneel next to his. So, what are you waiting for?”“I don’t wand Dad to come home in the middle of us, you know, fucking.”“He won’t, I made sure he wouldn’t be home for hours, later on this afternoon. Donna asked you to come over knowing there wasn’t any need to cut more firewood.”“She did? She knows we’d likely fuck?”“Donna insisted I that I make you cum several times. I knew I wanted to thank you by being with you but I wanted her to know my intensions.”Helen assaulted my mouth, breathing heavily. I succumbed to.