Fourteen village men in all. Wendy was sore and exhausted by the end. Ian spent most of the night with tears in his eyes. His heart breaking a little more each time a stranger led his wife away. Something about being so complicit in selling her body. Something about accepting the dollars as a pittance for breaking their intimacy killed a little of his soul. When they got home early in the morning they both slept in their own bedrooms. Sunday started with a call from grant. The smug man asked how they enjoyed their first foray into being whores. Then moved on without waiting for an answer. He was excited about the orders he had to give the pathetic couple. The next part of his master plan. collage Ian put on a cute pink bra and panty set. With little blue bows on his hips and in between the cups. He also had a white garter and stockings and a little blue bow in his hair. Wendy wore a red lace one piece with a thong back. The lace was sheer enough that her breasts were clearly visible. As was the fact that her pussy was bald. She has stockings that matched Ian, but without the garter. They took a deep breath. Then walked out into the sunny day of their back yard. Wendy got the mower out and Ian grabbed the gardening basket. When they started on the front yard they drew onlookers. Cars slowed down as they passed. Neighbors peeked out of windows. Wendy, sweaty and nearly nude as she pushed the mower. Ian looking like a pansy in women’s underwear as he knelt and weeded the flower beds. “I’m not sure we are up for a party.” Wendy weakly protested. “That wasn’t a outdoor request.” Grant growled over the phone. “Be at Hank’s by seven.” Then he hung up. “A party with the boys.” Wendy told Ian. “I...what should I wear? Do they know? Oh god, what if couple Grant told them the things he made us do?” Wendy patted his shoulder. “I’ll help you pick out a nice dress. If Grant hasn’t told them, then we indian will say you’ve taken up crossdressing.” Wendy led him to his room. Now fully decked out like a teen girl’s bedroom, as Grant had purchased humiliating items for him. In addition to the princess vanity, the bed was a pink frilly canopy nightmare. “Get dressed,” he said after we had rested and recuperated…”You are a special, sexual little girl. I pulled off my panties and handed them to Susan. Now so there wasn’t the same abuse of this as the previous services the Brothel Whores taking part would be pick by a lottery drawing. “She did,” moaned Pita. Rebecca gives a whine when I pull out. Brad saw how Cassie reacted to the swats and he began to smack a bit harder, not full force, but enough snap to his hand that the slap sound was more audible. I called my best friend who was also Jenny’s mom. My cock is getting hard, just remembering everything I did to Mary. Not only was she enjoying better sex than ever, without the village complications that inevitably came with all men, she was having fun. They slid over her breasts. outdoor Brutally dismembered alive while the neighbours listened to the screams. “Sorry,” I said. My mother is being reduced to a sex toy for my bullies. I’ve received files on five condemned women whom are all scheduled to dance on the noose. He smiled confidently at me. “Thanks. He took that to mean she was seeing someone else and dropped the idea. I was giddy all through my last few classes. The first couple of times I'd put Greg to bed at the prescribed time, then watch TV until Peter and Marley arrived home. Neil watched me intently with a wide smile on his face. “Is he? I just knew that I would get hard, and touching my cock felt good. I mean, what could I do if I did imbue it? “Hey, jackass! I slap her face, whipping her head to the side, her neck wrenching back as I yank her hair, the roots stretching her forehead. Ravi got up and collage moving in between her thighs, he lifted one leg couple of hers and put it on the sofa. Who the hell was he asking? Zane looked at her again, a much softer look this time. “And when we come back from a word from our sponsors,” Adelia said, glancing at the camera, “we will talk about the first Ms. Bred Beauty Pageant ever. I’m moaning out of control every time that dick rubs up against my prostate. I gave up and just accepted that anyone who looked from the right angle would be able to see my pussy and butt. I slid between her petals, feeling the heat of her, the froth of lust indian wetting me. I knew Crystal’s body well; Tulip wouldn’t be too different. A girl appeared in the doorway of one of the rooms, a smile across her face. Rigal cut communication off as he sat in the chair behind him. Hard. I told you that story when we passed his room, after something around the fifth time we fucked.” She walked towards Erica and grabbed Erica's shoulders, pushing Erica down towards the floor. “I guess you ARE a good girl!”