She whimpered and arced her eyebrows in dread, more and more as he positioned his head between her lips and slid inside. “Hmmmggghhh!” She focused on keeping her tongue flat against the bottom of his shaft, which filled her mouth entirely, and tucking her upper lip over her teeth. His head rammed the back of her throat with each thrust, hitting dangerously close to her gag reflex. The first time it did, she choked and sputtered around his flesh, earning her the warning: “You’d better learn to relax and breathe out your nose, kitten.” He pulled out of her mouth and whacked her cheek with his cock, now covered in the girl’s own saliva, and dragged it slowly across her skin. Katelyn watched gleefully from the chair and took her phone out of her pocket. “Can I record this?” She asked. “Why?” Master was wary of phone cameras; in an era where everyone seemed to be getting hacked and having private files leaked, they were a security risk. “I could have a lot of fun showing it to her boyfriend later.” Katelyn smiled devilishly. “And don’t worry; I’m not gonna put it on the cloud or anything.” “Not a bad idea.” He said. In fact, the idea of showing the news slaves videos of their friends’ current state of bondage was exciting enough to make him even harder and he plunged himself back into Megan’s mouth. The insides of her tight, supple orifice were unspeakably gratifying to him, as were her slurping noises. His testicles, swollen from three days with no release, slapped against the gurgling captive’s chin and neck with each thrust, and his cock felt like it was in a vacuum. He especially loved the way her uvula tickled his head when he struck deep. As much as he tried to savor the experience, he was soon ready to come. Megan had struggled to breathe through her congested nose, and that was when Master pulled out every minute or so; she found herself suffocating as he gyrated deeper down her throat and held it there. A few more strokes from her tongue on his pulsating shaft was all it took; the first stream of semen shot out and he grunted, while her eyes bulged out. “Hhhhrrggghhh!” She squawked. Master moaned and pressed harder into her mouth with every viscous spurt, emptying his whole load. Megan couldn’t swallow as fast as the hot fluid kept coming or exhale sufficiently, coughing half of it out of her plugged-up lips and wheezing so desperately for air that snot was forced out her nostrils. Katelyn cheered the whole thing on while filming, making sure to zoom in and record every detail of the slave’s misery. Just as her face went blue indian and her eyes started to cross, Master finally pulled out of Megan’s mouth and allowed her to catch some air. “Hope you enjoyed that Kitten.” He said. “Plenty more where that came from.” 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 torture. “Sure, but I have 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. He unchained her from the pole, and led her by the chain, using it as a collar, to a bench nearby, with a good view of the water tank, he bent her over his knee, feeling up her ass as he watched the line slowly shorten, one player almost got three bulls eyes, Joel spanked his new toy, quite hard, he listened to the girl as she let out a cry, a mix of pain, and distress, as well as pleasure. On the other long wall were 3 different fucking machines, a treadmill, 2 mattresses (no beds, and 2 of them had fucking machines at one end), and a big space. Take a breath and act like the head of his cock is a indian big pill that you need to swallow.” He departed, making his way up to the spare bedroom where Eric was staying. I just laughed at that reply. Obediently, I began licking her pussy, her moans getting louder with every passing moment. “OK, lemme go save the world! I just need someone to rub lotion on me and fetch me drinks. She was petite, and had little curvature. Now that I knew who she was, I could tell that she was their daughter as I was looking back at her. He runs towards me. "You're overreacting." Squeezing it hard, flicking the large dark nipple, making Sarah moaned harder. It sounded fun. With a coat, hat, snow boots, and mittens, Sonja rocketed out the door and began frolicking through the yard. “Go on,” I whispered, my voice rapt, “you can touch it.” The flow relieved her and as she bent to wash herself, she reflected for a moment and refrained from doing so, thinking that she’d wash her pussy and body thoroughly after Desh left the house when she’d have more time. This meant she got to spend much of her free time with Dave and Maddie, the latter of whom she had dubbed her Big Sister. Heather was looking sad but said nothing. I wrapped on the tan door and waited. Michael grabbed Harry and, struggling, positioned him in front of the mirror. And noticed, for the first time, the teenaged girl standing near it. This last improvement was the final piece that he needed to increase his power more than a little. I smiled, my body feeling drained yet energized all at the same time. The guy from behind moved away and back to the front of me. At that point they started to undress. “Let’s have sex. His face turns red and contorts in a grimace as he cries, "Oh my God, Becky! Finally, Lizzy broke off the kiss an let her head fell back in the pillows. “If you vote for me as your grade 9 rep, I can’t promise that I will fix every single thing you’ve told me. But I remember them, every single thing you’ve told me. And I can promise that I will fight like hell to make this school worthy of its students. “My last girlfriend, was a woman I met from Japan she was smooth all over. I pushed my tongue into her warm wet labia. He said that I should wear my robe when I went there. I don't need you to . . ." She tapped on the photo in annoyance, and then pressed and spread her fingertips across the display, enlarging the picture for closer scrutiny. Any day now, I suspect a liaison from Iona will come, and they will request that you take the mantel.”