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"Oh god. Fuck me, Sir. Fuck my pussy. This pussy belongs to you!" she moaned, the squelchy-wet sounds of suction indicating just how eagerly her cunt was clamping up around his penis. Then, from nowhere, there came a loud and sudden noise. The damned doorbell. Master stilled inside of his slave girl. The squeeze of her cunt around his shaft was exquisite to the point of unbearable. "Who the hell is that?" he growled. "Oh god! Master, this slave is very sorry. She forgot that her parents were coming by for dinner." So it was that the mundane world collided with the forbidden pleasures of dominant and submissive slave. Daren Kowalski sighed, glaring at his young wife. "Are you serious? Damn it." He pulled out of Kitana's cunt and swiftly got dressed. "What are you going to do?" she asked. "Aren't you going to take off these cuffs?" With a dark glint in his eyes, Daren shook his head. "Not in a million years. I'm going to get rid of your parents first. BDSM I'll think of some excuse or other. I'll tell them you must have forgotten about making plans, and that you left for a night out with your girlfriends. Then your 'Master' will be returning breasts to fuck your brains out. Got it, bitch?" With a smile and a twinge of lust lancing through her snatch, Kitana replied with the only thing she could. "Yes, Sir." boobs A SHORT TIME LATER… A couple strode hand-in-hand down the front walk back towards their car, a decrepit beige station wagon parked at the curb right in front of Daren Kowalski's house. The Lebanese woman had her hair tied up in a neat bun, her complexion noticeably darker than her husband's. Aaron had a meticulously trimmed salt-and-pepper beard which complemented his serious gray eyes. "Aleyna, I don't like it. This isn't like our daughter at all…" He made a sound of disgust. "How could she simply forget about us and go out with her friends?" The car's locks chirped as Aleyna unlocked the doors and slid in behind the wheel. Kitana's mother threw Kitana's father a reproving look. "Really, Aaron, do you always have to be so dramatic? Our daughter is young and wild. She is only 19, for heaven's sake." As the middle-aged woman pulled onto the street and turned left at the intersection, Kitana's father grumbled. “Yeah, for the most BDSM part.” The bartender hands us both a glass full of orange juice and vodka. No expletives as she could not speak! And slaves must have owners. Prestira watched her go, undoubtedly admiring her handy work. It had solar panels on the side and a team of two large horses to give the primary motions. I shuddered, my eyes squeezing shut. The girls were purring seeing my cock outlined in my underwear. A naughty heat billowed through me. I squirmed atop her, my dick rubbing into her cunt, finding the entrance. Making sure that Dakota and Tina didn’t feel left out, I chatted with both about having tonight off. “It’s just that she has a lot of… baggage. He was grimacing at the tuna casserole on breasts his plate. Jake felt a touch. Even boobs as this Red was forced to kneel naked in front of Jade with her arms shackled behind her back and the ball gag in her mouth the defiance was plainly visible in the eyes of the Red. At least I wouldn’t go hungry with all the food around. It was only my second school trip away from home for more than just a day. He couldn’t breath from the acceleration, everything was blur. She was still in the line of fire however and the next shot went right in her face.