That evening I came home to mom crying in a corner. She wiped her tears and welcomed me with a smile the moment she saw me. After much coaxing she tol... me why she was crying. She told me that there was nothing at home and the shopkeeper refused to give anymore loans on groceries. There was still a week to go before either of us were paid at work. A feeling of guilt overcame me. I pulled out the money I had saved up for the evening and gave it to her.“it isn’t much mom, but it should sail us. I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Mira leaning against the wall beside Ivanova and realised in my aroused state that it was Elena who was thrusting into me from behind. Mira reached out and touched my face and it was that touch which sent me over the edge into the scream of a climax that seemed to explode in one huge eruption. The two women held me sandwiched between them. Their thrustings slowed and stopped and gradually each eased her cock from me. The hem of my dress fell to cover me but. "Oh, relax, now, we're just going to do an in-depth study of your anatomy," Robsaid with a chuckle as he slid on a pair of rubber gloves, the kind cleaningpeople wore. He handed another pair to Chris, who put them on and then useda bar of common soap to make the surface of the glove slippery. This done,he wormed one finger, then two, then three, up into her anus. The soap was burning the slave's bowels. She was writhing and sobbing indiscomfort. He ignored that, tucking his last two fingers in. She asked me to model it for her and I did so, since it covered everything and fit to my form. One of my birthday gifts turned out to be a three pack of male G-strings. She asked if I wouldn't mind modeling them for her. I laughed, knew she was serious and went along with it. I stripped, went to the other room and put each one on separately and modeled them for her, getting applause and whistles. Red, light blue and black were the colors and she told me red was her favorite color.When I was.