She sat down without putting her pants back on and downed about half of her tea. “That sissy has been well-trained,” she said firmly before taking another huge gulp of the drink. Meanwhile, the stagehands were wheeling what looked like a portion of a huge barrel onto the stage. “We keep this in back for times such amateur as this,” the Head creampie Mistress explained as she pointed at the device which, now that it was in place, looked more like the rounded roof of a small shed. Mistress Abigail had joined her on stage. She pointed to the ground at her feet and wendy scurried over and knelt there. “Stand up and japan I will prepare you,” she said firmly and wendy jumped to her feet. Mistress Abigail turned wendy so she was facing away from her and began loosening the corset. Once it was totally loose, she pushed downward on it and the entire dress fell to the ground. “Step out,” she ordered and wendy did so. Wendy was now standing asian naked on the stage. I was surprised that her breasts were real, but all that takes is hormone pills. Her hips were slightly rounded and from the back she looked like a teenaged girl, but that illusion was shattered when she turned around. Her penis, which was now clearly visible, was enlarging and straining gangbang against the chastity device which had it tightly contained. Mistress Abigail tapped the plastic with the tips of her fingers and said smartly, “That comes off last. Now lay over the stretcher frame.” Wendy walked over to the rounded device and lay over it on her back. It was slightly wider than she was and long enough so that her feet and hands– when she stretched them out– were well within its length. Stagehands hurried to wrap restraints around wendy’s ankles and wrists. The ankle restraints appeared to be attached directly to the stretching frame. The wrist restraints were attached to ropes which went through pulleys almost concealed within the frame. There must have been a wheel or something on the back side of the frame, because one of the stagehands stood there and the ropes got tighter and tighter. After a few more turns of the wheel, Mistress Abigail said, “That’s enough,” and then signaled for the stagehands to leave. Slut-slave wendy was now tied in a very tight bow with the highest point of her body being her prick, which was straining painfully at the constraint of the chastity device. Mistress Abigail was in a full-body, black catsuit with a removable panel which covered her crotch. It had a belt-like strap at the waist which held the bikini-shaped panel in place. Since the edges of the bikini panel were in the creases at the top of the legs, it was not apparent there was a panel until the Mistress removed it. Mistress Abigail was a true red head, or at least the carpet matched the drapes. I hear that there are special dyes that can be used down there now. She maneuvered herself over wendy’s face and then settled herself down. It seems that they were facing an enemy that was as advanced as they were. He laughed. Grandma was the last one to come down the stairs. It offered security and amenities like a swimming pool, workout room and community room. Almost as if it were me using my hands. “Oh fuck!” I knocked on the door and she called me in. The moment I laid eyes on her my jaw almost hit the floor. She made for cover and injured me. This enraged my Equal who charged the human, seeking to capture her that I might regain my honour, but the human engaged her in hand to hand combat.” Rhela said, barely concealing the disbelief in her own words. I felt no jelousy or resentment towards any of her previous lovers because really speaking if you think about it. She nodded. While japan I was considering the ‘what if’ scenario, she grabbed my hips and turned me around to wash the back side of me. She washed my shoulders quickly; however, she took her time to sensually wash my derriere. Seraph said with a smile looking fondly at Fili. And then he grinned at me, “Yes, I can taste it.” She ended the kiss without a word, gracefully escaping his embrace to climb up and sit on the bar in one fluid motion. Mitch Mother was quieter than usual. She was breathing heavily, her back flowing in slow waves as the orgasm faded. “Yes, and, I now control you as well, don’t I?” Once it is done, I just have to toss the crust of the toast in the trash can along with the paper plate. Finally, she did what amateur I said, and I stared into the perfect pink sleeve of her sex. She smiled as she looked up to the creampie decorative ceiling above her, thinking about how so many men (and women for that matter) bragged of their oral skills, then fell far short of being bombastic when put to gangbang the test. She had no idea in those photos that her husband would fuck any piece of ass that threw themselves at him. Luckily, this library had a large selection for elementary school readers, so there was plenty of material to keep them busy. “No!” I chuckled. It was bunched up in weird ways, like someone had adjusted it, only asian gravity hadn't taken effect on the changes.