She screamed slightly as her tight hole stretched with my cock slowly sliding in. Then suddenly, it slid all the way it.She screamed and breathed out....Too.... big.... please....", her head leant back as I began to thrust deep into her tight pussy. My cock was so worked up that I thought I was going to explains as soon as I got inside. Her pussy was practically sucking my cock inside of her. I started slowly, waiting for her to get comfortable, her moans and screams telling me she was getting. “An order was placed by a Ms. Ashley. I believe she is to be my mistress. May I please enter, Sir?”You nod, and she hands you a leash attached to a slim collar around her neck, which you only notice now. You take it and lead her in, slamming the door shut. She crawls alongside you as you settle back on the couch, your video game firmly forgotten. You demand answers from the stunning creature before you, which she provides in a sweet and lilting voice.“Eighteen days ago, at 4:12 a.m. on the 20th. The upward course of the ever more stony path seemed unending and her breast was bursting with the combination of the pain of exertion and the rarity of the mountain air.Just as she doubted that she could go any further, she saw before and far away beneath her the plains of that Southern land where she was to spend the next few months. It looked like Paradise to the poor tortured Princess, a plain covered with lakes and trees, through which she must pass in order to reach the southern tip of. "That mother should be ashamed of herself letting her daughter act likethat." She doesn't even know how to raise a girl." What an awful mother."The socialite women never even saw Sheila standing there. But if theyhad, the snotty moms might have just said it to her face. So Sheilalocked herself in the bathroom and cried. When she came out, the motherswere leaving. "Sorry," she said to deaf ears. Though some of the womenlooked at Brad, none made eye contact with Sheila as they filed out.Needless.