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You’re getting worse, Becky. Lucy’s voice echoed teasingly in my mind. You made me like this! I mentally moaned back. I made you to be so much more, but you’re coming along nicely. Lucy replied, the cruelty mixing with the affection in her tones. Am I ready? I asked, giving her big, hopeful eyes, eyes wrought with vulnerability and submission, just like she wanted. Just like I wanted. Lucy smirked at me, her red lips pursing around a cigarette, the smoke tumbling slowly indian from them. I didn’t have to be told what to do. I unbuttoned my shirt with one hand, and pulled a breast free. A woman walking her dog stopped and gawked at me. A jogger did a double take, then slowed down to do the same. They watched me as I grabbed my breast, and tilted it so that the nipple faced Lucy. It was pink and erect, contoured with gooseflesh, circled with tattoos and pierced with a golden ring. amateur It longed for the heat. Lucy pulled her cigarette from her lips, exhaled the smoke through her nostrils, then lowered the orange embers to my chest, and extinguished them on my presented nipple. I cried out, my voice wrought with delight and agony. Oh, the pain was absolutely exquisite . It seemed to burn a line from my tortured node to my defiled anus, both senses heightening the other, both senses only intensified by the thrill of my humiliation. She’d ruined me, ruined me long ago. You’re almost ready. Lucy said, You just have to do one thing. Anything! I mentally screamed, Big Tits beyond desperate. I was undulating now, my hips rocking lecherously, my chest jutting forth before the deepening arch of my back. You're going to guzzle it down. The white of her t-shirt was covered in blood and dirt, her dark blue jeans torn up and down her curvy thighs. Just a fucking sponge. She stood right beside me even though I couldn't see her. Without Dianne, Margi would destroy someone.” “I'm bad all the time. He turned to her. The next morning, I awoke to my mother's face right in front of me, smiling. At least she did not have any obvious scars or indian anything like that. I grabbed Mom’s hips. She wasn’t moving away or making any noises of pain. I selected only amateur three objects: a pair of alligator clips, a rather bulbous vibrator, and its accompanying remote. Needless to say, Jan was totally overwhelmed--and extremely pleased--by this "unexpected outcome." Kaveri could not complain about it as his hand was well hidden under the hay and as he continued caressing her buttocks she got Big Tits aroused. “Gods damn it,” Father said, his voice cold. Soon, I was drunk, considering I’ve never drank before. Swallow it all you sweet little bitch! “Yes”