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The feeling of her skin against your face, the definite odor of her pussy, you didn’t even register what you were doing before you found yourself desperately licking her pussy.” “Ugh” the woman grunted “Not so fast.” She pulled your head away. “You need to learn patience slut” You nodded in defeated agreement and waited until she released your head. Waiting to be told to do. So, this real is what it means to be broken, you think to yourself. Finally, after an agonizingly long time “You can lick her” a man side. Like a dog finally amateur given her treat, you immediately began running your tongue over her pussy. The moans that escaped her lips didn’t dissuade you – no, rather they made you feel powerful for a change. This you could do. Again, and again you licked, savoring the taste of her pussy, the liquid running over your tongue until finally you could feel her losing control, she was shaking. Losing control, you thought. Just a little more and she would cum. But it wasn’t to be. “Stop” both men homemade said, and immediately she stepped back. “You will be as trained as she is when petite we are done, Amber” The voice – still so familiar – was now confirmed, caused you to shiver. It was his belt that the woman had used, it was his ropes that tied her up, and this was his ploy. Your husband. “Come here” he called again. Obediently, you crawled on all fours to the man clearly responsible for this night. “Have you learned your lesson, Amber?” the man said. “Yes, Sir” “Are you going to be a good little slut?” “Yes, Sir” “Do you think you have earned your collar yet?” Confused, but desperately wanting his approval you said again “Yes, Sir” “We will see…” he replied, “I need you to masturbate for me.” “You see, we have an audience and they wouldn’t want to be displeased”. “Yes, Sir” you replied. You tried to stand up but the sting of a mans hand across your face put you back on all fours. “Sluts should know reality their place. I didn’t say get up and masturbate. You can masturbate on your face and knees” your husband said angrily. Unable to talk any more, Margaret whimpered, holding his reality homemade head, keeping the petite tongue and lip action where she wanted it. After eating, we all jumped into the pool for a swim. "You are my slut, and you will do as I say... and I won't have a word from you." I started to think that everything was, while maybe not 100% professional, innocent. Patty stood at the foot of the bed, breathing hard, staring at her son's enormous cock. They held their shotguns or long rifles, those black AR-15s. The heat burned through amateur me. This delight surged around inside my bowels. It wasn’t like it was revolting anymore, having a penis penetrate a vagina, in fact real it was completely natural. “If you say so Mason.” “I feel like I really need to pee now.” I warned her. I unpacked and went downstairs to get something to eat.