While some of this performance was an act, some of it was real - I did want to be taken and dominated, not just because that would improve my standing...among the slaves, but also because that was the sole relevant measure of my value. In school my value had been set by grades, friends, and boyfriends; here my value was set by my ability to please men, and I deeply, psychologically wanted to be valued. I welcomed the taste of a master in my mouth, or the feeling of him in my body, as a valid sign. My hair was pulled and his cock was slapped on the side of my face and across my lips. I could smell my own ass and the strong scent of semen as the Sheriff continued to force his cock on me. I relented and opened my mouth grimacing as his dirty dick slid between my lips. The kinky mixed flavors filled my mouth as the strong smells filled my nose. I felt so dirty that the taste did not repulse me. I felt a tingle deep in my body again as I began to comply with the dirty Sheriff’s demand. I. ” Chloe asked, “Mum, why don’t I deal with Miss Castle?” Miss Castle’s mouth dropped open. Surely not, she thought. Chloe was younger than her and less senior. If anything it should be Mrs Surridge who dealt with her. She was about to say so but was beaten to it by Mrs Surridge. “Good idea, Chloe.” Mrs Surridge could tell that Miss Castle wanted to complain so nipped that in the bud. She glared at Miss Castle and said sternly, “Any complaints and I will deal severely with you.” Miss Castle’s. Ye sab kya hai. Ye yaha kya kar raha hai? Randi samajh rakha hai tune mujhe? Jisko chahe bula le aur mujhe chudwa de? Kya chahta hai tu? Kothe pe le ja ke bech de na mujhe isse accha.Ayush – Chup behenchod. Zyada natak mat kar. Dekh bechare ko. Itna pyar karta hai lekin aaj tak bas chup chap sehta raha. Aur tujhe to dusre lund lene ka bohut shaukh hai. Main ye nahi bol raha ke isse chud ja.Ayush – Lekin bechare ko apni chut ka swaad to de hi sakti hai. Tu bhi jhad jayegi aur iska bhi sapna pura.