She dressed quickly, running out of the house and hopping into her truck, speeding toward the mall, another thought never passing through her head of ...he journal she’d left on her bed. Brian wandered into the house, shaking his head at the site of his daughter’s missing truck. At the mall, again, he thought, sighing and shrugging out of his thick denim coat, hands automatically gliding back into the pockets of his blue jeans, black boots making soft thudding noises as big feet carried him. He grabbed her hair with both hands instead. They fell into a rhythm with the bald man fucking her from behind and the muscular man face fucking her from the front. Soon all she could hear was their grunts and moans and the wet sound of the cock moving in and out of her throat. All she could feel was them inside of her. She soon felt the man behind her stiffen. His grip tightened, and he unloaded his spunk deep inside her. The feeling of his cum inside her was so good that Kaylee herself. Every time I closed the device and heard the click of mymanhood again being taken away I lost a more of my spirit. After a fewdays of this click I began counting the hours to the end of the day whereI would be freed and have my orgasms. It should have been obvious to mebut my senses were still battered in these early days that it was justanother ploy of Masters to make me more submissive to him.After I was locked I sat at my make-up table where the instructions dailyalways became a touch more. My breathing was heavy; my cock was rock hard and needing to escape the confines of my jeans. I rubbed it slowly trying to keep control but was losing it quickly. I watched contently as Cheryl sat up and moved her right leg in between Liz’s. This put her pussy right against Liz’s and she started to grind hard against hers. Cheryl’s whole body moved with passion as she ground her pussy back and forth across Liz’s. Liz started to moan softly and lift her hips off the bed meeting Cheryl’s. I had.