“Master’s bitches are absolutely not allowed to stand on two feet,” he said, his voice surprisingly strong. Cheryl blinked at him, confused. “S-sorry?” She was distracted yet again, now thinking she should run. But not too far by she could see a booth where military-grade weapons were being sold, causing her to second guess her decision. Her buyer rolled his oral eyes. “Are you dumb? Get masturbation down!” He yanked sharply on the leash, sending Cheryl tumbling to the fetish ground with a yelp. Before she could get to her feet again, he took off towards the exit, forcing her to scramble on her shaved hands and knees to keep up and prevent herself from being dragged on the hard wooden floor. The moment they exited the door, Cheryl tensed, realizing she finally had her chance. The old man must have realized this too, because he tightened his grip on the rope around her neck and walked even faster, not giving her the chance to hesitate or pull away from him. He led her to a large, steel-grey van with a sliding door on the back and dark, tinted windows. The old man tapped on the sliding door twice with his bony knuckles, and almost immediately it slid open, revealing a very pretty young woman. This woman mustn’t have been too much older than Cheryl herself, and she was tall and thin, with a small chest but wide buttocks. She wore a knee-length black Lolita skirt with a white frilled waist apron, and a black, lacy bra decorated with white lace and a small white bow between her dainty breasts. Sleek brown hair fell nearly to piss her waist, and nestled upon her head was a French maid’s cap. To complete the look, she wore white tights and a pair of black kitten heels, a look both somehow demure and slutty all at once. “Ah, Lydia.” The old man passed the leash on to the young woman. “Would you be a dear and prepare Master’s new pet for the ride home?” In a silent snort of frustration, Michelle climbed the stairs as she heard her mother say, "oh yes Julie, that feels so good," followed by moans that seemed so loud that she wondered if her father would hear. As I passed a toyshop the vibe made me jump. As I licked Clare's juices off Lisa's mouth Clare was busy sucking my cock back to rigid state. Phil sat for a while longer, collecting his thoughts. That which landed on my breasts was rubbed all over fetish them by my left hand; and that which landed near my pussy was mixed with my juices as I frantically rubbed my clit. As soon as she entered she shoved her hand into her cunt, rapidly fucking it while stroking her clit with her other hand. or something more?" I tongued her sour asshole. Linda oral Davies A deer with glowing antlers bounded in the brush. “You may” Mr Slater nonchalantly answered. “Massage my back where the straps were. It wasn’t cold, but she was used to hot baths. He was kissing and licking me…petting me…bringing me down…please bring me down…I was so gone…so wonderfully gone…needing to come down and he piss just held me and tears were on my face and I licked my lips and felt salty tears…the knob was gone, it was all quiet…I was gone…somewhere…Johnnie just held me…held me…thank you Johnnie for holding me…letting me go down…what a surprise… Chapter One: Making a Mommy Slut "Yeah, and it made me mad that mine aren't big enough for that." I can’t wait! I screamed as he stepped closer to me and started to snake a tentacle masturbation around my now hard cock As their shaved gazes met again, he realised that her eyes were watering.