Do you understand?”She nodded“That was a direct question”“Yes – I understand Master”“There is no need for titles – you know my name. W...y did you hang your head? Why are you looking at the floor?”“I’m embarrassed – I don’t usually dress like this”“Why ARE you dressed like this?”“I knew it’s what you wanted”“So what does it matter what others think? You have no need to be embarrassed – you look amazing … be proud of that and look up. Do not hang your head Susan.”She lifted her head and looked in. She started to lick.--- "Yeah, girl." --- said Hank --- "Just like that. Clean the piss off it." --- he commented, as he pulled out his cock and started to stroke it.She continued to lick, getting more into it. She leaned over the toilet bowl, and licked the back. As she cleaned it really already, she didn't taste anything foul, but it was still very humiliating.As she leaned more over the bowl, she felt a hand on her ass. At that moment she realized she didn't have in her ass anything as huge. Names that everybody, from the youngest girl, just learning to figure out what she likes and dislikes on the radio, to the oldest man, who can barely work the darn thing, would know, even if just by cultural osmosis. Rihanna. Taylor Swift. Ariana Grande. They were celebrities so damn successful that it's hard to think of them as even being humans on the same plain as most...it's even harder to think of them as being lesser.Yet despite that belief, all women simply have to be given their star. “Hey Imogen,” Mr. Thomas said with a smile as he opened the front door. I was a little taken back for a second. At school he was generally in nice dress type clothes and overly done. Now he was in a pair of basketball shorts and a white t-shirt. He went from looking like my teacher to looking like this hot older man. He almost looked like a short haired version of Johnny Depp. “Hey Mr. Thomas,” I said a little over excitedly. I could not help but want him. He looked so amazing, it was almost.
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