Can't wait to feel her tongue on my clit ring. He's whipping her now. She screams niceBlindfolded on a medieval rack. Click. He whips my stomach. I sc...eam into my gag. Click Whips my cunt. Click My tits. Click It doesn't end.No, not that one! Master is burning all my clothes. Says I don't them anymore. Just cuffs and a thick leather collar. That dress cost $500.Can't stop. Just a cum slut. Did 20 Cum Russians partying. Came to in a male dorm and did another 20 guys before lunch. Wanted another. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to ...." she cried. Harold reached out and cupped her other tit and stroked his other hand gently over the top of her head. Bill stepped in front of her and pulled his five-inch boy cock out and put it to her lips. He wrapped his fingers in her hair to get a good grip and control of her head and pushed his dick against her lips. "No, I can't do this. It's not right. Please let me go." But as she finished speaking, Bill pushed himself past her open lips into. "What about those other three incidences of only a small portion of the drugs actually showing up on the court paperwork. Six kilos and the guy was only officially charged with a few ounces? You know damn well why the DA suddenly changed his policy and his people are taking care of everything in court, telling my vice people that the dealer pled and they weren't needed for testimony when the cases come up. There's nobody to dispute the few ounces the DA says the guy had. 'Hey, that was supposed. Claar!” she gasped, her mouth forming a perfect O as he began to hit her g-spot over and over again. “You want to cum for your teacher like a good fuck toy? Is that what you want?” he asked, pulling almost all the way out of her. He left just the head inside her soaked pussy, and she went crazy with desire. “Yes, Dr. Claar, I want to cum for you like a good fuck toy!” she answered, panting. He grabbed her by the hair and whispered in her ear as he slammed into her one final time. “Cum for.