John got up on his feet, “I am so sorry.” “It was horrible, John. He nearly got me killed.” “He?” “My husband.” She suddenly bro...e into hysterical laughter that stopped abruptly when the pain shot through her back. She moaned, her head sagging a little. “I will call the nurse.” “I’m fine, just bring me some water!” The memories of the accident began to flood her mind. Her drunk husband, driving at high speed with a sheepish smile on his face; his free hand slipping under her skirt,. After all, trusted slaves must sometimes accompany their owners on trips away from home, catch airline flights and book into hotels, so a robust identity is important. Sukie, for her part, knows that the identity is potentially fragile, that if abandoned by Pam or some other owner when she is abroad, she could easily be rendered stateless. She has no wish to become just another piece of human flotsam and jetsam and end up in detention for months, perhaps even years, as her ‘case’ is considered. 5 inches which arch the back and give the legs a sexy look with the seamed nylons. I’d also wear a mini skirt and very tight top or a tight, short dress in either case so short as to hardly cover my black stocking tops.I would pose for pictures dressed to kill for a guy and we would then venture out to a local dogging site. When we arrive I would go for a walk with my escort and we get followed by a few guys to a quiet spot. I then remove my top and skirt to leave me standing in black seamed. The big workbench in the centre of the set made for the perfect place for Jaq to be taken by her three admirers. The guys lifted Jaq onto the bench and John removed her panties. Graig was first to get between her legs to tongue her glistening, hairy pussy.I also wanted some action by now and stripped off, ready to join in. Graig was busy between Jaq's legs as myself and the other two guys jostled to get our cocks into Jaq's mouth. Tom was the first to get a blow job with Jaq expertly bringing.