Released from their binding, my breasts were now largeenough to need a bra. Despite spending so much time indoors, I didn't mindmy routine, taking my ...hirt off in front of others just wasn't an option andthis way I had time to watch TV or do whatever I wanted.I don't know why I did it. One day, while watching a soap opera while nakedfrom the waist up, the baby started crying. As I'd already given him thebottle, I thought of giving him a pacifier. I could have done so. But I sawor I thought I. Being a dyed in the wool feminist she couldn't let thatstand. She sat done and designed a plan that she thought of as a long-termcampaign rather than a battle to correct his flawed personality.She developed her strategy for how her married life was going to play out.It started with using bedroom activities or lack of, to convince him tofollow her to Germany. Putting off the startup of his company until shecompleted her military obligation.It was just the opening skirmishes of her campaign and. You’re a filthy little slut, and you love it, don’t you? Six cocks at once, a bar full of demons waiting to use you. You’d beg for it if your mouth wasn’t full, wouldn’t you?”Dawn gave an enthusiastic, muffled moan as she gagged, and felt another demon cum in her mouth. Instead of a cock replacing it, she found, as soon as she swallowed, a cunt being pressed against her lips.“Lick, you little whore,” a woman’s voice. “There’s not going to be a thing you haven’t done by the time we’re finished. "I muttered back, "Maury always wins."Anita said, "Not this time."Maury was fourth. He did a short reading from the prelude to Shakespeare's Richard III, coupled with a few lines from later soliloquys of Richard. "Now is the winter of our discontent..." He was technically correct with it, but the emotion and the character were Maury, all Maury, looking out of place with his suit and making a show of fiddling expertly with the garment and strutting about. The crowd gave him quite a hand,.