It has many uses but for tonight the one that concerns us is this.” She set aside the knife and reached between Chloe’s spread legs, laughing soft...y as she felt the moisture. “You may serve better than anticipated little one.” And she began to rub the root over Chloe's tender lips and bud. Chloe gasped, at first with the relief of having someone touch her aching sex, then at the tingling, quickly building to fire. She resisted the urge to try to squirm away as her mistress stroked her. A. These private moments could and would get intense. They would fuck me hard and didn’t care if they hurt me. In the morning we would shower together and they took that opportunity to fuck me again before they had to share me with the others all day.One day there was a big fight between the Russians. From what I could make out some of them thought they were not getting enough “Private” time with me. The fight lasted most of the day and over the next few weeks they all really fucked me hard. I. He shoved her back on the floor after she had cleaned him up with her mouth and then ordered her on the bed on all fours, she stared at the headboard as she heard him rustling behind her. He ordered her to put her hands behind her back and then she felt him tie her wrists together, then he climbed on the bed and held her wrists with one hand and she didn't see him raising his other hand with the paddle in it, she screamed when he brought it crashing down against her ass and her cheek turned. Then I started cooking my Sunday morning fry up. Well, burn-up really; I'm not much of a cook. Sausage, eggs, bacon and a fried slice. I wouldn't get the fried bread if Stella were cooking it. "That's pushing it," she says.I was sitting there enjoying my feast when something caught my eye. The bottle of tomato Ketchup I had just got out of the cupboard. The new bottle of tomato ketchup I'd had to open, because I'd finished the last one on Friday night after we got back from doing the weekly.