Fucked In Office 2

She hyperventilated too hard to even notice the cobweb of semen and drool hanging between her lips and his cock, let alone his words. “Shall we get to the fun part?” Katelyn suggested. Besides the orgasm the girl had given her, watching Master fuck her helpless mouth was making her wet again and she couldn’t wait to commence the asian torture. “Sure, but I have indian to piss and wash up first. Do me a favor, clean her up.” He tossed a pack of wet wipes and she rose to get to work on Megan, but not before rummaging through Master’s goodie bag to decide what kind of gag she wanted to have her wear. Katelyn loved a simple bandana cleave for everyday use, but Megan was about to be screaming her head off and they needed a more effective way of keeping her quiet. She was considering another ball gag until she came across a roll of sports tape and thought ‘bingo’. Megan hung her head as low as the tethered collar would allow, which wasn’t much. Taking a seat on the ottoman’s edge, Katelyn dabbed the sticky fluids off her face with one of the towelettes, then scrubbed her chin, nose, cheeks and gaping lips with another. She made no sounds except for the occasional sniffle, and stared off into the corner until her captor started addressing her and she looked her in the eye, knowing she couldn’t risk another punishment. “So,” Katelyn began, “I take it this isn’t how you expected your weekend to turn out?” “Nuh, ihhstress.” She said weakly. “No one ever does.” She chuckled. “I don’t think Austin did, either, but he’s coming along nicely.” Megan whined and hung her head again. “Don’t worry, kitten, I would never do any permanent damage to a cutie like him. Not where it matters, at least.” Katelyn undid the straps to her gag, plucked the ring out and applied one finger amateur to the base of her jaw to steer her head back up. “Look at me.” She lay one strip of cloth on top of her thigh and began folding it. “Your life will be a lot easier from now on if you just behave. It’ll never be perfect or even pleasant, mind you, but there are little things we can do to make it a bit more comfortable. Or painful, as you’re about to see. Open up.” Katelyn crammed the thick square of cloth into Megan’s mouth, ensuring that the flat edges went in first so she wouldn’t choke on it, and continued her lecture. “Gabby’s having a hard time adjusting, too, being the spoiled little shit she is.” It was true. Her best friend was sweet and loyal, but never worked a day in her life and had spent nineteen years being waited on hand and foot. “But I think we’ll break her eventually. I could have a lot of fun disciplining that gorgeous body of hers, if only Chris and Sully weren’t so greedy with it.” Katelyn peeled the first corner of tape from the roll and pressed it over Megan’s closed lips, then brushed her hair out of the way and wound it around her head three times. “Speaking of gorgeous bodies,” She cupped Megan’s right breast and tickled the fabric of her t-shirt with the other hand, “it’s too bad Master had to put this chastity belt on you. We had so much fun yesterday when it was just those cute, plaid shorts of yours.” Megan stiffened her torso as her captor groped it and gazed lustfully at her. The woman was slightly older, late 20’s it appeared, and well-dressed in a way that would make you think she was a chic lawyer, not a professional slaver. She had orange-red hair fashioned into a messy bun and a stunningly symmetrical face that easily charmed people, but now appeared intimidating to Megan. She was surprisingly strong, too; able to wrangle and hold the slaves almost as well as her male colleagues, though her body didn’t seem bulky, just athletic. (minus the fingers) When Chris arrived Anna heard Jeff give instructions to Chris and Bobby. Lena bit her lip a little and leaned back, looking up into Amélie’s eyes, her own cheeks adopting a pink hue, “Sooo…” her eyebrow raised delicately, a smirk touching her lips as her fingers amateur once again sought to find Amélie’s sleeping cock, “Ever gotten head in a shower before, love?” Long. "OH FUCK JASON, You're ass is so nice sucking in my cock. Her eyes squeezed shut. She answered, humbly, knowing it was the truth. Panic gaze darted down to where his callus hand cupped her pert breast. The window was once again clean. “-right on your left tit. Oh, son!”, Aunt Sheen half-sobbed and squirmed, being unable to move away. Sure, May, by all means get mad at me and then turn around and do the exact same thing. I tried to cover as much of it as I could, making sure to get some in his mouth since it was open and inviting. She squirmed under him, feeling him pump deep into her womb. Isn’t mom cheating?” With a chuckle from the two of them and a wave of her hand which dispersed the group that had formed around them, they set off to her tent albeit at a slow pace do to Klaus’ leg as Veronika stated. She had heard her husband speak of the club quite often. Vera popped it out of her mouth and pulled herself into Teresa’s lap; her pussy was so wet that a viscous cord of female lubricant dripped out between her asian lips and splashed onto Teresa’s leg. “It’s okay, I’ll only be about ten minutes longer, sir,” she said. “Ms. Lesley, your attire is not regulation,” she tsked. On occasion a group of Russians would burst through the cloud, only to be put down by the remaining German defenders. It wasn’t that difficult indian for me to pin her arms behind her back and dunk her. But a few years back, Mom found a pair of panties hidden at the bottom of your dresser drawer. “Right you are,” Max replied. At this point, she was struggling to even keep her eyes open. It had to be 8" long and the girth was large enough that the tips of his fingers didn't meet where they were wrapped around it. But where mine were blue, with a brownish green centre, Jo had green eyes with an orange brown centre. “Mmm, switch. I'm afraid she has taken a turn for the worse. “Mom!” gasped my friend.