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As Katy lay there shaking, Laura climbed off her, and used her phone to take a series of photos of the naked, splay-legged, urine-soaked bitch. Then she used her knife to get Katy to say how much she liked fucking girls, desi and being raped, and getting naked at work, and being pissed on, and recorded it all as a video. Finally she explained that all this would be shown to Alistair, and from now on she would japan do whatever Alistair told her to, or the video would be circulated around the workplace and to her family and friends. As an afterthought, Laura told her that Katy would be licking Laura's cunt too, whenever Laura chose. Katy started crying again at this, and her whiny crying made Laura angry. Even being molested by Alistair, her life would be better than Laura's. She might be raped every morning but it wouldn't turn her into a slut like Laura. Laura grabbed Katy by the hair and decided to add to her misery. "Katy," she said, "in addition, you will never, ever wear underwear again in your life. You will wear skirts, not pants. You will never piss in a toilet. You will declare your sexual orientation as 'lesbian' whenever you are asked, and never say no to a woman who makes a sexual advance to you. You will buy a discrete, silent vibrator, and never again visit a church without in turned on and humming in your pussy. And you will masturbate to orgasm each night before bed while fantasizing japanese about licking your mother's cunt." She looked into Katy's eyes, and repeated it, until she knew Katy would obey her despite how horrifying and fucked up the instructions were. Then she dressed and left Katy there lying in a puddle of Laura's urine. Laura didn't know how Katy would get home with her clothes ripped and cut, and she didn't much care. She emailed the photos and video to Alistair while she waited for Erica to pick her up from work. She thought for a minute, and then emailed the videos of Candy raping her too. The next morning when Laura came indian into work, she found Candy and Katy already in Alistair's office. In fact, they were nude, on the floor behind Alistair's desk, 69ing. Candy was on top, her shapely ass squirming atop Katy's mouth, her blonde head buried between Katy's thighs. Laura could hear Katy crying softly as she lapped at Candy's cunt. Alistair had his cock out and was pumping it. The film of Candy raping Laura was playing silently on his computer. Laura made no comment on this, instead merely removing her clothes as she was required to do now, and kneeling naked in front of Alistair. Alistair reached out to grip her hair, and pulled her face down on his cock. Laura opened her lips to take his cock into her mouth and began dutifully sucking on it. "I'm very happy with you, Laura," Alistair said as he fucked her face. "You've given me two delectable little sluts here. Your little video exotic of Katy gave me such a hard-on, and when I told her this morning I intended to show it to her mother, asian and her church community, and her grandparents, she went wild with begging me not to. She said she'd do basically anything... which is exactly what I'm going to have her do. I started by getting her to put on a little lesbian show for me here with Candy. And Candy! She's been teasing the office with those tits for a year. I never expected you'd let me put her in her place too. Shawn brought me out another plate of lobster ravioli as Brad told me all about their childhood. Acting both very innocent, and very slutty. My body was trembling still dripping now from sweat and his saliva spilling on my back. I couldn't hold out much longer. “I’m not good with dates.” Logan shrugged uncaringly. “Relax japanese Tanya,” she said; “I just want to look at it. Jessica is seen opening the door and enters with Sheppy right behind her. Have some respect.” There were tears in my eyes but somehow I controlled my tears. In a sweaty, japan conjoined pile of heavy panting and shared pleasure, each of them collapsed against the heap and one another. exotic She slowly started sucking. desi I loved my abusive husband kneeling before me. His beardless indian cheeks made him look so pathetic, almost asian effeminate, instead of the strong, burly, Muslim man who would “discipline” me with his fists.