As wendy’s tits cock unfolded and grew, the slave girl slid something over it. The device was a thick, clear tube about three inches long that apparently had a bladder of some sort around the japanese inside of it. I couldn’t tell if the bladder was filled with air or warm liquid, but it was liberally greased with something. The girl began moving it slowly up and down wendy’s cock while she moaned from between her Mistress’s legs. “Remember,” Mistress Abigail warned, “if tight you cum before I do you will be severely punished... and the chastity cage will go back on for two months.” It sounded like she answered, “Yes, Mistress,” but it was hard to tell because Mistress Abigail lowered herself the rest of the way down while she was speaking. Mistress Abigail ground herself into wendy’s mouth while the slave girl moved the masturbation sleeve doggystyle up and down on her prick. Her cock was starting to quiver and it looked like she might be in for some severe punishment, but just before she spurted into the air, Mistress Abigail gave a loud sigh and quivered slightly before standing up and pulling the bottom panel of her catsuit back in place. “Abigail has always been something of a cold fish,” Dianne said softly. “... a very sadistic cold fish, but a cold fish nevertheless.” Everyone at the table laughed softly... except me. I was staring at my empty glass and wondering what answer I was going to give Shelly. “So,” Shelly said small calmly, “have you decided on an answer?” “Yes,” I said in a shaky voice. “Yes, you have decided or yes, you want to submit yourself to me?” Shelly replied. If I hadn’t had so much to drink, I never would have had the nerve, but I said loudly, “Yes! I want to be your slave!” Conversation at all of the tables near us suddenly stopped and it got very quiet in the room. I know I was trembling almost violently as I looked over at Shelly. “That was probably all of the alcohol talking,” I said in a shaky voice, “hopefully I will still feel that way in the morning.” That’s when Margi started laughing uproariously. “Didn’t you read the rules posted on the wall outside the changing room?” she said, smacking her hand flat on the table and then pointing back to the entrance. “Rule number seven: No potential slave may be served alcohol or any other substance that might impair her decision-making. Violation of this rule will result in expulsion from the club.” “You mean?” I stammered. “Yes,” Dianne said, “your drinks were all non-alcoholic. All of your wild behavior tonight was just you.” She looked over at Shelly and continued, “And I have watched you melt every time Shelly looked at you. How much harder they cum on my futa-dick. did she get in on the action Brian?" With my free hand I reached over her and lightly rubbed her back even lightly scratching it at times. My friends and our mothers were writhing and tits gasping in pleasure. I felt filled with cock. We sang and danced the rest of the song. Both just smiled as I shot my entire load doggystyle of man juice into the sister that I was fucking. The tips of them just sticking up when I felt my hands run along my thighs and down my ass. tight Think of it as a perk of the job. Karen felt a sense of pride as she watched Rosa’s brother, fuck her. “Where are you Jack? " she asked, small before quickly returning to our kiss. Works hard. “It look’s like some of my red fake tan has rubbed off on you,” he said, stroking a red smudge on her ass. We’ve fucked for goodness sake, I think we can skip the formalities,” She said smiling. The next day, japanese I was on a morning shift at a little computer store where I did basic repair and diagnostics. It took away from my effectiveness in the office, but that was dependent on the measurement used. present.. SORAYA It is like we are in China!" she remarked, munching away. I took her cherry.