Hi, my name is four. My street name is Bella, but that’s just a name that works well when I’m out in town with my master. At home, I’m called fo...r by my master and the others. Actually, it’s a number, not a name. In fact, I may as well admit right away that the number is tattooed on the upper slope of my left breast, but I prefer to think of myself as ‘four’ even though master explained that a number is what his slaves have, not real names like free people. Just so you know, Master has allowed. "You've got mascarastill smudged on one of your eyes."Chad wanted to groan and scream both, but instead he instinctivelyreached for his eyes. "Wait," she said, "I'll get it for you. You can'tsee it by yourself." Chad's humiliation reached a whole new level as hefelt her rubbing over and over again at the skin under his left eye."There. That's better now. If you're going to wash it off, you'd betterbe more careful." Thanks," Chad replied sheepishly."So how come?" she asked again.He opened. FOR HAVING SUCH A MASSIVE NASTY BIG PRICK....FOR MAKING MOMMY SO HORNY THAT I HAVE TO HAVE YOU FUCK ME ALL THE TIME.....FOR HAVING SUCH A BIG FAT FUCK TOOL THAT MOMMY NEEDS UP HER WET CUNT EVERYDAY."I again slapped him hard across the face before bringing my hands back onto his chest to give myself more leverage to bounce on his lap.I continued to slap my ass up and down hard on his cock, plunging the massive 11 inch shaft deep into my cunt, feeling every thrust expanding my pussy wide. “You girls did a great job. Your money is on the table. How would you girls like to make another two grand each?” “Well, what would we need to do?” “There happens to be another room, where there is a gang bang going on. You girls would need to strip and get into the action. I will give you each another two thousand each, if you do this.” The guy took out the money and put it on the table. “My friend and I need to talk this over before we give you an answer. Give us a few minutes and we will.