Master: Oh, you are a horny little whore. You like that? He is pulling gently on the chain. Master: Your punishment is only just beginning. I have ple...ty more to teach you. Now from the box he takes a metal plug and coats it liberally with oil from a small bottle. Master: I know you won't struggle with this, slut. You've taken worse this afternoon, but it will heighten what's to come. And he reaches between her spread legs and finding her arse he firmly and without hesitating pushes the plug. He savoured the taste of the chicken in his mouth.Mom is the best cook, Charles always thought.When dinner was over, Charles went up to his bedroom. Sara finished cleaning up in the kitchen, and then occupied the lounge. She often watched a lot of TV shows during the evening, especially from channels like BBC1 or ITV1.When Charles was in his bedroom, he went online. He was chatting with his friends from Manchester. He told them about what happened at The Elvis today. However, just like everyone. She smiled."Take them off again?" Ashley said.I looked at her. I really wanted to say something about what I'd seen earlier. I really wanted to just go off on her. I didn't know what I was doing, and I was really trying to open my damn mouth. I couldn't do it. I just stood there, getting hard again in my jeans, and staring at her fucking boobs and her bottom in those goddamn bikini underwear and bra.I unbuttoned my pants, unzipped them, pulled them down and stepped out of them. I then took off. The TV was blaring, and Henry was watching the afternoon cartoons that were really too violent for him, but what could you do about it? Tiffany was sitting at the kitchen table, working on her homework. Math, it looked like.And that was as good an illustration as any about why Mike didn't worry too much about having Tiffany come home from school, and watch Henry. There was no telling her to do her homework; she'd have it done. Tiffany was very sober, responsible, and competent for a.