“Oh Zach, it’s been so long since anyone touched me. You’re so gentle. It feels so good.” Even in the fog of passion, he took that cue, curbin... his desire to nurse her swollen breasts with all the hunger he felt. Instead, he caressed and tantalized them, his lips and tongue constantly changing the sensations. He switched back and forth between the pair, giving each equal treatment. A taste – something subtle, unique, and new – gave him momentary pause. Remembering that she’d said her breasts. “You are still living with us.”Faith gave up hope of winning this argument. It was clear that the girls were not going to let her go. She would just have to find the right time to escape. “I’m filthy. I need a bath.”“Yeah, you have looked better,” said Cinny. “But ponies don’t take baths.”“What’s all of this nonsense about ponies?”“You are our pony,” responded Linny. “Our beautiful pony.”“I don’t even know what that means,” replied Faith. “You aren’t making any sense.”Linny explained what she. I thought about Chubbies, the strip club, and smiled to myself as we drove home with Millie excitedly looking through her purchases and ooohing and gasping and giggling. We relaxed over a light dinner, and then I sat in the kitchen and waited for the ‘fashion show’ to begin. Millie started with the ‘street clothes’ she had bought first–and they were eyepopping enough on their own. Skintight jeans and sexy sandals, clingy low-cut tops that threatened to spill gallons of tits at every move,. The proper torture yet ahead. After some time of leisurely fun, they prepared to move on. Getting the tools for the next bit of fun. It was time to do some iron work on the boy. Ashiahe and Deelah grabbed pliers, Amellah a huge pair of tongs. Shiabelle took a studded iron cock at the end of a long handle. Reesha went for the main toy: the cock raper. The cock raper was a simple yet elegant piece of torture equipment. Wooden handles which, when pressed together, tightened the cylinder-shaped.