The chain had about 5 feet of slack. Personally I liked when Kayleigh was snuggled up in between Vlad and I, but Johnny insisted that the customers like the idea of the girl being chained up in a separate room like a dog. Also they didn’t want to look at two dudes all night, they were only here for Kayleigh after all. We would come and go to fuck her as we pleased though. Some people like midnight snacks, we were usually more in the mood for a midnight fuck of my sex slave sister. There were several high definition motion detecting cameras directed at Kayleigh in her room. They tracked her every move. The users could toggle in between screens depending on what they wanted to see. There was studio quality lighting and backdrop that had been set up in the small room, as this is where Kayleigh spent the majority of her time. Johnny told us how different people had different fetishes. Some wanted unspeakably dark things to be done to Kayleigh, others just wanted to watch her sleep. He said we would uncover these fetishes as the clients become more comfortable and interactive with us. At 4:30 am every day Johnny would come into the house to get his time in with Kayleigh before he went to work. Not only did he blowjob want to make sure his number one asset was being taken care of, but he also wanted to mix in pleasure. He would let himself into her room and have his way with her. Sometimes I would be awake at the time and would watch on the live stream. Like at the shop, he continued to public be obsessed with her luscious ass. Hell, I couldn’t blame him. He would spend most of his foreplay around her asshole. Putting his fingers and eventually tongue into her anus. He would sometimes fuck her pussy, but mostly preferred anal, usually finishing deep inside her rectum. When he was done he would tend to business. He would bring in a doggie bowl filled with her food for the day. The dog style wet food Oral Sex looked like a steaming pile of shit. It was dark brown, and had the texture of a thick smoothie, with clumps of solid pieces. It was a mixture of what Johnny thought was the optimum feed for a sex slave. It tasted terrible, but cum was high in protein with various kinds of ground up meat, fiber with ground up vegetables, and giving head unsaturated fat with olive oils, chocolate greek yogurt and peanut butter. He was convinced that this calorie dense feed was the best formula to make sure a slut stays in peak physique. In it he would mix in essential vitamins, her daily dose of “RelaXXXall” and a few crushed laxatives. He explained the latter part later. There were plenty with my daughter, a few with Tonya, and even one with both girls. So, she bent over with her hands on Oral Sex the internal wash cloth bar and instructed me to put that big tool where it belonged. I scream out. We parted at the bus stop with Ryan kissing me on the lips and Tom kissing me on the cheek. That cock swelled and grew to it’s full size (something I had thought about but never seen) in no time. Ward D was its own little extra-busy universe in an already giving head busy hospital. And she decided she'd call her abuser "he" in future, to stop that public thought occurring again. They had wanted to see more so I took one of the albums to work and we had spent lunch going through the album. Her whole body was trembling and I could hear her moaning. “No!” I plead. Her cheeks hollowed as her cum tongue danced around my cock. I was sworn to secrecy. I got in, he drove to the old paint factory and left. One glob landed blowjob on her right nipple and hung there before slowly sliding down her breast. “No, I’m okay. You’re doing very well.” And then she was married, and it all stopped. Yakov and Berzin waited courteously at the top of the stairs and let Dmitri go ahead of them.