"There that wasn?t so bad was it bitch,well not for me anyway, mwa ha ha ha." Now lets get to work on your little TV clit shall we, don?t worry I have...n attachment for that which we find works very well on our ?special?girls here."He picks up another strange looking device form the bench behimd him andbending down he picks up the other massive steel dildo and he unplugs theheavy electrical wire from it and reattaches the wire the the steeldevice in his hand. I can see as he holds it up to my. The sound of your slaps echo in the restroom. I wince but make no moves and no sounds of my own. I can feel my skin rising and melting with each slap now.A tug from behind has my head pulled back by my aching roots, my back arching painfully. “What are you?” your voice is husky with primal lust.“A cumslut cock-addicted whore,” I choke out, my own voice scraping against my well-fucked throat.I’m relieved when you release my hair in favor of viciously spanking my ass several times over, lining. Ilooked down at myself and realised the reason he was looking was that Ihad not got the hang of wearing a cheerleaders' uniform. The dirty sodhad been looking at my panties. I crossed my legs and pulled the skirtdown as much as I could.I am sure I blushed as my cheeks felt quite warm."It's been a long night I said and I forgot myself," I said. I hadalways been told that my voice was fairly androgynous and on a number ofoccasions I had been mistaken for Marina when I had answered the phone.I. Kneeling in the tall grass in front of the older man was a short haired woman; maybe in her late forties and dressed in a tiny black dress and sheer black stockings. Not at all the kind of gear you might wear for a casual walk in the forest! The back of her dress was pulled high, displaying a pair of shapely buttocks; her head bobbing up and down furiously as she pleasured the man with her mouth.Peering from behind a tree, I was close enough to hear the wet, breathy slurping as she worked on.