Her task for today was to keep the buttons on the end of the dildo pressed for a combined total of 50 minutes for every hour she was in the basement. ...he problem was not her posture, though she had to nearly dislocate her shoulders each time she leaned forward to slide the thing inside her gullet. It was not the eggs and wand, though they nearly drove her insane with frustration. But it was the simple fact that the dildo was too long for her to be able to breathe. So she knew and her owner knew. Ashley shook her head. "No, but I see potential in you, just like my bosssaw potential in me." What do you do?" asked Gaby."I'm a professional escort," replied Ashley in a matter of fact way. Shedidn't see any sense in lying to Gaby. "Now, I'm not a prostitute. I don'tstand on a street corner or anything like that. I fly around the countryand date rich clients. They purchase my time. If things go beyond that,they compensate me appropriately."Gaby stared back in shock.Ashley laughed. "I know,. He loved what the Colombian Powder did to his brain and to his cock. He loved watching Sami scooch forward on the couch and lift her legs up to her double D chest. He loved feeling her perfectly manicured hand reach down to his throbbing tool and slick it with lube. "Right there baby, stuff it in right there... oo-hhhh your big dick feels soooo good, stretching me wide open, after all the dicks I've had, I can't believe how good you're makin' this girl feel..." He loved watching her guide his. And so a restless night started. Dead on 6.30am the alarm went off, so Sue showered and cleaned her teeth trying to find that taste that was mistress but to no avail it had gone and she was a little disappointed. Sue was down stairs and getting things laid out ready, as she had been instructed, Mistress’s plate on the table all nice and neat, cutlery laid out correctly. Sue’s on the floor at mistress’s feet. Sue reached down the frying pan and put it on the stove. She put the bacon in the pan.