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Now love and hate walk hand-in-hand in you, just like pleasure and pain.” Lucy forked her index and pinky finger to open my slit, and pushed her middle and ring inside. I gasped, my head falling back, my eyes widening. “There’s no greater freedom then being a slave.” Lucy whispered as I whined pathetically, “For once choice is removed, then there’s nothing to worry about. You can’t be blamed for your actions, so you can enjoy the consequences of them without guilt. Once you realize there is no low you can’t stoop to, you become limitless.” “Please!” I begged, “Let them be!” Her fingers rubbed my anal wall from the other side, the knuckles pushing into the ribbed erogenous spot on my ceiling. She controlled me from within, turning me into a debauched puppet whose hips twisted at the whim of her fingers. I whined and pleaded, gasped and groaned, my back stretching and arching, my arms flexing high above me. Lucy’s breath was heavy against my neck, her crotch was pressing into my ass, grinding with my pathetic undulations. “And when I took you back to earth, you were a new woman.” Lucy hissed, “No more hiding in the shadows for you. You were the life of the party, the girl with no limits, the slut who didn’t know the word ‘no.’ Tattoos, piercings, cocaine, molly, cock, pussy; you didn’t care, just as long as it gave you that thrill.” “Yes!” I sobbed, my eyes streaming with my pleasure and self-debasement. “You were magnificent, Becky.” Lucy growled, her fingers pushing against my back wall as she pet me from the inside, Blowjobs stimulating my vacant rectum, shooting searing pleasure deep into my nethers, “You would’ve died like an exploding star, and taken your rightful place beneath me here. But then you became a mother, and that all changed. Oh, you relapsed every once in a while, but you weren’t the same. But that’s OK now, because I know the truth.” “What?!” I cried out, my voice ragged with pleasure, “What truth?” “It’s not the right time, Becky.” “Please!” I begged, “Please just let them go!” “I know you want to believe you’re being a martyr for your children.” Lucy’s tone almost sounded consoling, “But I know the truth about you, Becky. Your protests are part of the persona you play, because deep, deep down, you’re begging me to let you Big Tits stoop to the lowest a mother can go.” Lucy held her unoccupied hand before me, and a collar materialized in her red palm. On that collar, glinting gold in the hellish light, was a dogtag with the name ‘Pet’ inscribed. My mind flooded with emotion, and it overflowed from my eyes. I turned over my shoulder to look at Lucy, my expression wrought with pathetic hope. “Do you mean it?” I muttered, voice hoarse. “Of course, I do, I made a promise, didn’t I?” Lucy smiled affectionately, “But you have to prove yourself… Pet.” My body teemed with the pleasure coerced from within, and expressed it with the pathetic shifts of my hips. Only my mind remained completely unsullied, but Lucy wouldn’t allow me even that much. Oh, how I wanted to give her the last of myself. Oh, how I ached to become the thing etched on that dogtag. I might’ve kept my last shred of dignity, but Lucy sensed it before I could strengthen it, and she did something I had no chance of resisting. Her pressing crotch suddenly grew stiff. Her breath became short and anal raspy on my neck, ravenous and aggressive. I felt something very unfemale swell between my cheeks, the shaft shy widening, the tip parting my crack. It was hot, throbbing, and huge. When I looked into Lucy’s reptilian eyes, the slit pupils were dilated, and her black lips were drooling with hunger. She suddenly grabbed my face, MILF pushed my cheeks together, and drove her tongue between my squished lips. Her mouth consumed me dominatingly, and I wilted in it, my eyes rolling back and my tongue subserviently reciprocating. She took a fistful of my hair and tore my face away, leaving me mouthing pathetically for her kiss as she stared imperiously into my eyes. “Scream for me, you slut.” She hissed. I did. Mike had slowed and the truck was several turns ahead on the tight twisting road. I said that’s two more for the group. Then their minute was Blowjobs up. Her breasts rose and fell as her hot lips worked against mine. Questions are highly sexual and can be offensive to some audiences. ‘Tears’ the word jumped unbidden to mind. “You know not everyone approves of what you're doing. Liz sat across his lap and gasped as his tool split her pussy lips. I then pull my pants down, and she very quickly lays on the floor and pulls me onto her, and we fuck, she was already wet, very tight, and was in need of cock, I fucked her and nothing else no kissing, no foreplay need to say more, and did i mention very tight, however no hymen. I continued to ease myself in and out in a gentle rhythm, “Harder, are you deaf!” she insisted. All made of white or grey stone. She then remembered the brush Dave had confiscated from her dresser one MILF night. My full bladder drew me shy out of sleep. “I do love the look of my cock stretching that tight little pussy of hers. My hands slid up her body to her breasts. In one minute she was sharp naked, with her hands tied to her back and surrounded by 3.000 people, most of them horny guys. "There's probably peat or mud in the water, but remember the city is not far, so who knows what else there might be in it. I bet not.” I told him I would consider things. OHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYY FUUUUCCKKIIINNNGGG GOOODDDDDDDDDDDDD! about half of a lemon sized. In her stockings and suspenders she looked so sexy and fuckable. “Her father works for me and had a heart attack on the job. She looked at me with a small smile. Jennifer’s client was the first to peak, letting out a long guttural grunt as he took placed his hand on Jennifer’s face to hold her steady as he unloaded into her warm mouth, his hips bucking slightly with each spasm which signalled a load being deposited against her tonsils. I shuddered, my pussy squeezing down so hard on his thrusting dick. I anal had a vision of the two perfectly shaped spheres of her cheeks, and the red string that snaked down between them, before she whipped the dressing gown back. I sat back in my chair and observed, with pure content, the task I successfully completed. I quickly kissed the tip of his organ and then went back to it. Hold this." I dreaded going in to work on the Monday; okay, everyone thought that I was being hypnotised when I did all Big Tits those things but what if someone knew the truth? Billy figured it was time to show these kids how it was done. After several minutes of gently finger fucking her to multiple orgasms, including one huge orgasm, I leaned my head down to her very wet womanhood. “What should I wear for the man I have coming?” You choose to be a slave. His eyebrows furrowed.