Oh god, if she hadn’t felt completely like his slave-girl and possession by then Hardcore this treatment never failed to cast its spell over her. And she was not permitted to move. Nor was she allowed to moan, whimper or cry out, no matter what the provocation. Though she always did. This was partially because she couldn’t help it, of course, but also because the punishment for disobedience was yet another hard slap on the behind for each infraction. Sometimes she was so noisy that she was ordered upstairs - still on hands and knees - to fetch her ball-gag and bring it back to him, dangling by teen its strap from her teeth. On these occasions she often had to make more than one trip in order to fetch one or more of her other toys - dildos, plugs, vibrators, paddles, whips - for Don to use on her after firmly placing the ball-gag in her mouth and fastening it tightly. Of course, even a ball-gag couldn’t prevent her from making noises japanese sometimes, and drooling on the carpet was also a spankable offense. Maybe that was the best part: being slowly and relentlessly reduced to little more than a primal, aching need for release, unable to speak, knowing that Don knew exactly where and when to stop, leaving her trembling on the edge of orgasm while he replaced his feet on her back and ignored her for the next fifteen, twenty minutes or more. Letting her settle down fetish before beginning all over again. Then again. And again… By the end of the evening Anita was often unable to rise to her feet. Don would help her rise to her knees, then gently remove the ball-gag from asian her mouth if it was in use. This was not because they were finished. Don would continue standing there in front of her while she collected herself. And then she would bow to him as before, face to the floor, arms extended, fingertips touching his feet, before looking up at him and beginning to beg: “Please fuck me, Master.” I took the hint and turned around to get my first fetish up close look at this monster cock. The girls both blew a kiss then walked out of the kitchen. I loved showing off my arms to the ladies. Laura's breath was catching now in little half-sobs. “Well, it’s something you might want to try once, but you don’t really want to do again,” Bobbi explained. Aurora giggled and shook her head at me. “No, Master, your friend. I felt a hand grab my ear. “Yes little sis, even if you are not a slave. In a joking manner, I suggested that she change here and said you can see if anyone is coming. I picked one out another pair that I have my eye on for a while and he went and got a pair for me. I sat down and he come over and put them on for me. He was looking at my pussy and I was already excited. “Sure, my dear. The man with the joint in his mouth looked at me and then said, “If you show me those you can.” He looked down at my tits. “So, which fine hoes are japanese at this party?” I mimicked which made Kimmie turn to the screen and give me the death stare. I started licking, then sucking vigorously. I was somewhat disheartened – I loved receiving recognition for my hard work from the guests – but teen I had grown used to their childish attitudes and lack of gratitude over the years. She slides her white cotton underpants down and kicks them off. Almost immediately she started moaning. Marc pulled a tool from his pocket that had something like a wire cutter, snapped off one asian end of the sliver sticking out from the skin, looked again into her eyes trying to pull her attention out of the situation for a moment while he slid the remaining sliver out of her skin. Now, Kenny has Down syndrome and lives in an apartment across the street from all of us, with his three buddies. She knew her body would enjoy this, that she would feel pleasure, but her heart was reserved for Amélie and despite not having a choice, this felt like cheating, something she was wholly against. I continued to whine and plead, but this fell on deaf ears. Have you orgasmed yet?” Sasha inquired. Yes!”, then faded into a soft moaning scream as she tensed her arms and relaxed into the commanding Hardcore thrusts of his manhood.