I thought it was working, but then I heard a loud bell and my wheel started slowing down real hard like someone was applying a brake. I looked down at the computer screen and it was flashing a final order. Even though I had kept running at the same pace, everyone else had sped up as we approached the end of the race. I had finished dead last. They took us out of the wheels and brought us out into the audience to be with our Mistresses. I immediately knelt down in front of Mistress Gloria with my forehead flat on the floor. “I’m sorry, Mistress,” I wailed out. “I failed you.” “Don’t worry three-four-one,” she said with a laugh, “you made me quite a bit of money.” I looked up at her in shock. “I’ve seen you run,” she said, still smiling, “and I knew you couldn’t run for shit.” Her face hardened and her voice threesome became rough as she continued, “And I knew that despite now being a slave, 359 is as competitive as hell. So, I did a first-last bet. Everyone thought that because she was a degraded Mistress, she wouldn’t try. And they thought that because you were a male, you would run faster... or at least wouldn’t lose ” She laughed slightly again before saying, “I knew better.” I knelt there with my head down as the emcee said with great enthusiasm, “Our winning hamster this evening was slave three-five-nine.” He then lowered his voice “And our loser was the wimp, sissy slave, three-four-one.” He voice then became blowjob very contemptuous as he practically spat out, “If it were up to me, I would make him the club’s slave zero.” “But it’s not up to you,” Mistress Gloria said loudly and firmly. “He is my slave; he is loyal to me; and he is an important part of my slave network.” I looked over at holly and mouthed, “Slave network?” She giggled silently and mouthed back, “You keep me happy and I keep the Mistress happy.” There was a loud snap and both holly and I looked up at our Mistress. She was glaring down at us and holding her hand like she had just snapped her fingers. She smiled a very cold smile at us both and said, “And they will both do anal much better in the beautiful butt contest.” She watched as holly gasped and I looked back at her wide-eyed, not knowing what she meant. “I wasn’t going to enter them,” she said evenly, “but they have just displeased me and I will enjoy seeing their beautiful butts displayed for everyone’s amusement.” Actually, it was called, “The Cutest Ass Contest,” and like about everything else at the club, there were six contestants. I have no idea who the others were... except holly. But I didn’t even know which one she was because I couldn’t see anything once they got me prepared. When we went backstage, Mistress Gloria was leading holly and Mistress Sam was leading me. They had attached leashes to our collars just to add to the humiliation. Mistress Sam strapped me into this really strange-looking thing with a lot of padded shelves. I pull out of her anal ass and lick it all the way down to her pussy. But this morning she would prove herself a true turncoat. I asked if she was longer from her chin to the top of her forehead, or from ear to ear. I am French Catholic by my raising.” I don't know… " I reapplied pressure to the back of her head and with our combined efforts, I lurched into her mouth, lodging myself into the back of her throat. Milky you futa-sister dry!” I decided to and sit on one and rest for a while. He held her fast, making sure the first few streaks filled her mouth. While we waited for the taxi Molly opened another bottle of wine the taxi arrived early, so we started our evening at the pub, Molly and Jodie turned a few heads then after finishing our drinks went to the curry-house, l was quite merry and so were Molly and threesome Jodie. It felt as though a lightning bolt struck his sternum as his breath fled his lungs. She had few friends. I gasped at how good she felt and she quietly moaned. She shifted her gaze to me, “Also, I’m, uh, sorry for intruding or whatever, Brian.” blowjob She laughed a little awkwardly. The wound was instantly cauterized by the hot metal, which made me cognizant of who I was dealing with. Told me she has to go to work. She led me into the farmhouse. He rubbed his fingers across the smooth skin and then over my tight tummy. “But Aingeal's crime was... equally as despicable. He couldn’t help laughing. I turned and smiled at my girlfriend. “This is where you live?” Yavara inquired, looking at the cobwebbed shelves full of dusty volumes. We would just sit and talk for hours, or go on hikes.