Her excitement had been growing with each moment she came closer to tonight, starting from the moment she had received an confirmation from the BDSM club she had submitted to, inviting her to come and give their members a practical demonstration of her submission. She had been storing up her milk ever since she had gotten the letter, wanting to have as much to leak out as she could during her first night at the club. Attached to Jennifer's invitation had been a small brass key, with a short secondary note containing instructions on where to go and when. She wasn't a full member yet, merely an initiate. Her prospects of being invited again depended upon how she presented herself tonight, how well the people of the club enjoyed her. She almost didn't care. All she wanted was the experience of having her milk-laden tits at the mercy of others. Lying there on the ground with her body thrumming with excitement and aching afterglow, Jennifer ran her hands over her huge, full breasts, biting her lip at the pleasant feeling. Her warmup was finished, and the pain and pleasure of it had only left her thirsting for more. The club would open in an hour, and she would be allowed in not long after. It was time to get ready. Jennifer was used to people staring at her when she went out. Men, women, and even children. With breasts like hers protruding almost a foot from her front, it was impossible not to attract attention, regardless of how she dressed or acted. Typically, all this attention did was make her feel self-conscious, though if she was in a rare exhibitionist mood, people looking at her tits might turn her on a little. However, walking now down a cold Indian Girls Fucking city street with her body covered by only a trenchcoat and a pair of high heels, each little glance hit her like a physical touch. She felt like everyone could see right through the thick trenchcoat, her naked body beneath feeling hot and flushed despite the chill wind blowing through the crowd. Her nipples were hard beneath their tape, and whenever someone bumped up against her she would bite her lip to keep from crying out at the sensation, pain and pleasure both coursing through her. Each step she took towards the club brought her closer to sweet release, and it was hard to keep herself from pushing through the crowd, sprinting down towards the alleyway she was headed for. In her pocket, her trembling fingers tightly gripped the small brass key she'd been sent. Hot wetness trickled down her bare inner thighs, and she wondered what would await her. Really, she had no idea. The note had been vague, only letting her know that her wish to have her tits abused would be fulfilled, Interracial Porn and not to worry about any mess she might make with her milk. Natalie was thinking again. Chapter 2 “No, not at all. I don’t know why, but I didn’t care. Then the weak politicians would get it shut just Indian Girls Fucking so that they can have a quiet life living on their ridiculous salaries and expenses.” Zoe replied. Even with if she trembled Interracial Porn and had a shaking voice, her pose was that of the beginning again, composed, noble. Some of your teachers have written reports about your manner of dress and how you have been acting in class. Poor Bianca groaned and squealed through her gag as that dildo raped her pussy with deep, violent plunges, filling her up completely with each and every obscene penetration. Jaya saw the need in his eyes and cupped his balls to give him the much needed warmth in his groins. He had a wash rag and placed it in the hot water and he had a razor, scissor, shaving cream, some after shave gel. “Absolutely, my Darling,” I say to her.