I still had the cuffs around my ankles and wrists but there must have been some kind of quick release on the tethers. Pulling my knees up, I started b...cking my ass off the bed in sync with his rhythmic pounding. I wrapped my arms around him, holding on for dear life as my nails dug into his strong back and my pussy grasped for that elusive pinnacle of pleasure. ‘OHHHHH FUUUUK!’ I screamed as my orgasm exploded and my body shook with earthquake level tremors. Fuck! I was convulsing. The poor girl. She's been forced into this. She's an illegal in this country. She has no friends here. No relatives to turn to. She has to get some money from somewhere. She has to."Kneel, whore."Vanessa feels her arousal growing. What is it about Zynab that makes her so horny? What if Zynab were to command *her* to kneel? Would she kneel? How must that feel? Her sheer beauty is enough to make you want to submit to her, isn't it?Francesca kneels, visibly afraid. She's probably never had her. Her husband had begged me to visit it, as he had suddenly regretted his decision to allow her to submit herself to work there.I had met Linsey at the establishment, but due to the training she had just completed, it wasn’t long before she was coming on to me. She made it impossible for me to resist her charms, and I became her first customer.She had told me she had learned about The Dirty Wives Club from her friend Shyla, who was also a wife of an employee of mine and had recently submitted. 15am a factory worker in Chilli woke with a start in the night. He had been dreaming that a lemon had gotten lodged in his throat and had closed off his air passage, causing him to choke and die. He was so thrilled to be alive when he woke that he rolled over to his left and embraced his wife who scarcely stirred. She was having a very deep dream that a lemon tree had taken root in her stomach and grown beautiful sweet scented shoots through her veins and out through each of her limbs. Leaves.