. I send a picture of me in it, bent over my dresser, to both Daddies. I put on a t shirt, and ugly boi sweats, and get my laundry ready. I have to do...it in the condo laundry room, so I alwaysput my sexy clothes in the middle of the wash. Lots of bored, prying eyes around. I wouldn't mind as much, if they were fuckable. I took a long hit from my bong..to help brave the neighbors. Of course, my bong is thick, 9 inches long, veiny and black..The weed from the BBC bong hit me right when I enter my. I’m not sure what this will do to my marriage, but I no longer care. I’ve realized that even an open marriage pales next to a lifetime of service to my owners. I really want to be your plaything, your sex slave, your fucktoy, plain and simple. To both of you. I want to be owned by a couple. It’s always been a fantasy of mine, to be the perfect unicorn, the absolutely submissive cum-slut for man and wife alike. I’m not a switch. I’m a natural-born sex slave, period. Please make me your bitch!”. We need a better hospital if that helps you decide on who moves there. I think the building I have in mind could easily be renovated into a small hospital.”“As it is effectively now my province, I have a responsibility to the people to provide this service. I’m sure the Sisters of Mercy would also be a help to you.”“So if you agree to set up a hospital, then the land is yours to use as it would be maintained as part of the province. I think a small donation to assist with renovations and. I own you, you’re my slave, and I’ve decided to breed you.” I an instant she had turned and was out the door, leaving her poor little dog slut locked in the cage shaking with fear, and God help her, a terrible excitement in her loins. There she sat, her eyes wide, unable to look away from the sight of the large red cock on the dog across the hall, wondering if he will be the one.Leaving the Kennels, Molly tried to find her brother Ben. He needed to know what the plan was for tonight. It didn’t.