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I grinned, savoring how much pleasure I gave the girl. Her eyes fell on me. For moment, her smile grew naughty like she somehow knew that I was responsible for her bliss. Or maybe she was just remembering my command that I was the only other guy that she craved besides her master. And then the bony administrator yanked them out of the cafeteria. I smiled as the entire room erupted into conversation. This would be a day to remember at Glassner College. Aurora Pritchard The fun I had with Master during lunch carried me on the tide Big Boobs of buzzing joy for the rest of my school day. I couldn't get the image out of my mind of Justin's cock sliding in and out of Cassandra's pussy. I wanted to see his dick plunder more cunts. My friends' cunts. Anger flared through me. Paris and Petra were being such bitches to me today. They were supposed to be my best friends, and all they were doing was posting shit about Justin on social media while trying to pretend that their boyfriend, Lance and Steve, weren't caught having a gay threesome with my ex-boyfriend, Chris. Of course, I knew the hard fuck truth. They were caught not because they wanted to fuck each other, but because my Master got revenge on them. Justin was such a stud. I waited out front of the college like my Master ordered. Paris and Petra were with me, shaking their rough fuck heads as they tried one last time to convince me that I was an idiot. I give them both such angry glares, my eyes flicking from Petra's Hispanic features to Paris's immaculate face. “Justin is amazing!” I said, stamping my foot. “He is my Master. And you are all sluts if you don't get it. But I'll make sure you understand.” Petra sneered at me. “What's that supposed to mean, puta?” She arched an eyebrow. “Ha, you think you're going to force us or Big Tits something?” “It doesn't matter how many posts you make on social media declaring how that disgusting pervert has a better cock than any other guy, you'll never convince us it's true!” snarled Paris. “Oh, my Master will do plenty of convincing.” I gave them both grins. “You'll see. Just accept it. Things have changed. Our ex-boyfriends—” “Chris Big Dick may be your ex-boyfriend, but I'm still dating Lance!” Paris hissed. Petra nodded her head, her hair dancing around her shoulders. Emily pushed again. The adventure I’m about to describe took place quite recently (January 2001) when Jon took me skiing in Austria for a week. When they finally pulled her up, her rough fuck whole chest was red with burns. Nothing more is spoken between us, I’m trying to wrap my head around the fact that Guy went full on warzone with my people nobody figured out it was him. Once she closed the door she led the way into a small room with an odd looking table, covered in a black sheet. Her nipples thrust out hard before her. “. Kim watched in awe, could it really feel that good? I didn’t have the heart to stop him. After that we all tried to ignore the boner Big Boobs as Luke directed the couple to stand next to each other while he took some photos on the girl’s phone. "Now I know you can do much better than that. I had them make a new house key. May committed to what she needed to do and stuck her tongue out, she almost came again as she started to lick her cunt juice off of the bottom of his shoe. What kind of horrible person are you?" You have 15 seconds!" “Not really.” I said forcefully. This is exactly how it went for a few weeks. I went back to my room with a clear picture of my daughter soaping herself and running her hands over her tits. That hard fuck was all I needed to hear. I said, “See what this is doing Big Dick to me? It’s like I can’t stop thinking of a cock in my pussy, pumping cum deep into me.” I looked at Bridget and said, ok out with it, she looked down and said Master this is Cally, I got her in a Big Tits Slave auction she had been beaten and abused and left almost for dead, but I got her back to health and now where I go she goes. I noticed my night shirt on the floor in a heap. A quick zap to a girl's tits or cunt was usually enough to get their obedience. As soon as Corrine left for the beer run, Bill ate a couple of bites of leftovers standing in front of the open door, got himself a cold beer, and opened the briefcase on the work table in their home office. He rose, giving me such a foolish grin. Once I was satisfied with the arrangement I went to my back and looked straight up into the night, the stars were fading in the brilliance of the moon.