My back dove into an arch, the weight of one man atop me, the hard press of another beneath me, by body encased in brutal, stinking, sweating man, my insides raped by teen it. I was in hell. I was in heaven. I ate Mistress’s pussy like a starving whore, each pass of my tongue coercing sweet music from her mouth. Such beautiful sounds to come from such beautiful woman. I knew I did not deserve to even look at her, but I would do my best to please her! I watched her lips part to moan, her cheeks slackening and flushing, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths, one breast peaking from her scandalous neckline. I wrote my tongue across her ceiling as I sucked her folds, translating my violent violation into a sensuous kiss. Her moans became sonorous cries, her head tilted back, she wrapped her fingers in my hair, and she came. Her pelvis elevated, and my face elevated with it, never ceasing the motions of my tongue as she saturated my chin, neck and breasts with her release. When her breath came back to her, she eased back onto the chair. Her demeanor changed. She looked down at me, and instead of the cruelty and compassion, I only saw disgust. My heart sank. What I had done wrong? What could I do to fix it? Mistress Leveria pushed my face off her, and strode away. “Mistress!” I screamed, “I’m sorry!” “Sorry for what?” Bondage She asked as she lit a cigarette. “I don’t know! I did something that you didn’t like, but I don’t know what!” “You didn’t do anything.” Mistress said with a puff, “You’re just… disappointing. I had been an admirer of yours from afar, one powerful woman to another, but it seems there’s very little truth behind the legend of Prestira Rasloraca.” “I’m sorry!” I screamed as the asian men rammed into me, “Will you still let me come, Mistress?” “I don’t know, Fifty-One.” Mistress eyed me, “You’ll have to put on a good show japanese for me.” She walked over to me and held the lit cigarette threateningly before my face. Gulping, I presented my cheek. She chuckled, shaking her head. Then she grabbed one of my wildly-jiggling fetish breasts and put the burning end against my nipple. I cried out in agony and ecstasy, my eyes watering. “Thank you, Mistress!” I cried. Mistress Leveria lit the cigarette again. She took my other breast into her hand and slowly lowered the burning cigarette to my nipple. My head flew back, and my eyes widened, quivering in my sockets. I mouthed my thanks to her, my vision veiling pink, then red. She smiled down at me, not like before, but with a look of pure contempt. She lowered her face to mine, and my heart surged, my mouth parting to except the kiss of my mistress, my god. She grabbed my face, pushed my cheeks together and spit in my open mouth. How could I have been so foolish to think she’d kiss me? I was her property. She moaned, grinning like an idiot as she pounded his tight throat, watching his hips move up, not in an attempt to escape, but in an attempt to draw her attention to his straining cock, rock hard and pulsing, a drop of pre having already formed at his tip. My husband then rolled me over and entered me from on top again. I’ve fetish got to wake up! My head banged down in the pillow and I took one hand under me and grabbed his balls. From my experience, when a girl intentionally does these things when chatting with you, she’s just trying to show you she is into you chemically speaking. The five guys I met earlier entered the room and stopped to look at us. "It is over Zahra, thank master Jake now I can go knowing that I helped if only in this one thing." All that matters is that you cannot be in that home anymore. CHAPTER 1 If I challenge him, the Bondage fight would have to be in his village. We worked all morning and into an early afternoon japanese before Sammy interrupted us by offering us grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato soup for lunch. She looked at her mistress driving asian and wondered what adventures she was planning for her. She actually started to eat me for real. Fear rushed through me. Did Mom figure out that my little sister hadn't been just sleeping in my bed, but that we were naked in the middle of having sex? I had gone from a virgin girl to a futa who'd fucked her in all her holes. As one cock was pulled out of her mouth, another replaced it. I loved it. Sat down by Clay and asked him, what is in that pill concoction you guys are making me take? She wore a dark green crop top with long sleeves and a shallow V-neck. People seemed to see the car but never looked inside. She walked back over to the table and grabbed a can of fluid of some sort. “Two hours tops. “I love this house, Master! “Oh, yes I am!” “I’m afraid I’ve got to dash. The girl was soon grunting with the pain of each thrust. Her naked breasts pressed against his chest as he kissed her, fucking her. It was quite comical as his raging erection tented the soft fabric of his athletic shorts, “Shit,” Jake cursed to himself as he walked towards the door, tucking his cock through the waistband of teen his shorts in a vain attempt to hide his throbbing manhood. I couldn't resist. It didn't really feel like I was 'cumming.'