Cute Girl Enjoyed in Bra and Panty and Bed

“Let them go!” I cried. “Or what?” Lucy smiled back, tilting her head curiously. “We had a deal!” I yelled, and even as the words left my mouth, I realized how futile they were. Lucy didn’t even deign to answer me, but stood from her chair, taking a sip of her blood-colored beverage. She circled me, studying my body like a wolf studies a deer. I shuddered, the fear creeping into my mind, and with it, the desire. That reaction had been conditioned into me by this very woman. I couldn’t help myself. Fear, pain, humiliation, and degradation were all triggers for me, and those triggers made me subservient, docile and wanting. “Do you remember when we first met?” Lucy asked softly. Her voice was commanding and soothing, slipping into my ear and caressing my mind, echoing softly in the annals of my consciousness. The voice of my master. “Of course.” I breathed. “I never saw a more damaged creature.” Lucy mused. She walked behind me, the threat of her footsteps coming closer, building the anticipation. I couldn’t stop the hot rush to my nethers, nor the opening of my petals, nor the leaking of my nectar. “Plenty of girls that age go through a self-harm phase, but you weren’t fucking around.” She said, and as she did, I felt a tingle in the scar that split my forearm. “That’s when I knew you were special.” I felt fingertips between my shoulders, “That’s when I knew you were a keeper.” “Please!” I whimpered, rubbing my thighs together, trying to quell the growing need between them, “Please let my children go! You don’t bedroom need them!” “I don’t need you, Becky, but I want you.” Lucy’s fingertips traced down my spine, causing my back to arch, both fleeing and beckoning her touch, “Just like I want little Daniel and little Emily.” “They’re innocent.” I whispered, but my objection seemed more like a formality to me than anything else. My focus was zeroed-in on Lucy’s fingers as the nails dragged gently down the small bed of my back. “You were innocent when you first came to me.” Lucy muttered, her mouth right next to my ear, “You were a lamb who had made a grave mistake, but I saw the potential.” Her breasts pillowed to my shoulderblades, her chin rested on my collar, and her hand moved between my lower cheeks. “You had so much self-loathing, so much pain. What did I tell you I would do?” “Free me from myself.” I whispered. I closed my eyes, savoring the graze of her fingers as they divided my glutes, ran over my puckered desi rim, and brushed through my dripping tits folds. “That’s right.” Lucy chuckled lowly. Her voice was in my head now, commanding me gently from the recesses of my mind. “I took your self-hatred, and I made it self-love. Now love and hate walk hand-in-hand in you, just like pleasure and pain.” Lucy forked her bigtits index and pinky finger to open my slit, and pushed her middle and ring inside. I gasped, my head falling back, my eyes widening. Far from bed it. While all this had been going on at college Debbie had been having fun at home as well. Dawn's head was on the floor and her ass was pointed up giving Sandy full access. “But I thought the Battle of New Orleans was only fought because news of bigtits the peace treaty hadn’t reached them yet?” Dave replied. Prestira and I walked to the four bedroom prisoners. Cal desi came by to admire the work we had done on the house, complimenting us on the upkeep. My body shivered, then I was leaning over her as the climax ripped through tits me. The longest orgasm I’d ever known shook me, I thought I would fall but somehow she held me until I began to come down from my high. Her tongue swept out to grab more as she shuddered. She led me over and sat me down in a chair. There was small garden near our building and living room's window used to face it. “This isn’t your home anymore.” Misato looked back at his crying daughters, and with his own face wet with tears, he got to his feet and walked out the front door. He had fathered two babies! She relaxed her legs and returned his deep kiss. He ripped it off and unzipped his khaki shorts. I spoke up, "My husband was a smoker. The ache in his testicles had now become almost unbearable and he knew that it would not be long before the dam burst. I loved it. I could hear Mike as he was reaching the top of his climax. She said your PopPop mad about that no way Patrick, We are just happy you all like to be here and enjoy the same things. “No, not at all. May was shocked with the amount of cum he shot in her.