Skinny Braided Teen Became A Slave To Beat

If me and the guys are pleased with your performance, you will become my number one bitch and all the perks that it affords.’ To become his number one was Big Boobs a big deal. It was almost as if he had bestowed wife status on you. You no longer had to have cold showers and to stay naked at all times in the house. You didn’t fetish have to humiliate yourself by humping furniture when he commanded it or sucking out the cream pies from his other bitches. Instead, you would be treated like a queen. You would sit next to him as he tormented the other bitches. You could give demands to them and spend your time relaxing and enjoying yourself. You got to go to bed with him and have sex that actually made you orgasm multiple times without having to beg for Master to let you cum. I knew I had to do whatever the next few hours brought in the hope that I’d please him to make me number one. I took a deep breath and nodded to him. With that, he walked over to the bell that hung beside the bar and rang it, ‘power hour begins!’ The men started to drink. I wasn’t sure what it was exactly that I was supposed to do. The guys were chatting amongst themselves and seemed completely relaxed. Did my Master want me to go over and flirt with them, or wait until they called spanking me? I decided to go to the bar and get a few beers out of the cooler for when I needed to replace the empty ones. The bells chimed every minute. Master had set up a speaker to his phone and it seemed to be happening automatically. The guys had begun to finish their first beers and were calling me over, groping me as I replaced the beers. I was managing to stay on top of things, so far I hadn’t been spanked for missing a beer. The first 15 minutes went by and everything seemed to be okay. I could survive this power hour and worry about the piss play after. Master shook his empty blonde beer bottle at me and I went straight to the bar to get him a fresh one. I handed it over with a smile BDSM and said ‘I hope everything is to your liking’. ‘Clean my bottle.’ I gulped. I didn’t think he was going to say that. Sometimes in the evening if he was having a beer he would make us put his fresh beer bottle into our pussy and tell us to fuck the bottle while he watched. It would be cold and wet in our cunt but he didn’t care. He told us that’s how he liked his bottles cleaned. I took his beer and squatted down. I’d never done this in front of other men before and suddenly I felt perverted. ‘Hurry up. There are drinks being finished.’ My Master smiled. I inserted the bottle into my pussy, the ice-cold feeling being alien to my cunt. I thrust it a few times, some beer spilling out and going all over my pussy. I handed back the bottle. ‘Good fuckpig. Don’t be surprised if some of my friends want their bottles cleaned.’ Master winked. This was where it all began to unravel. I started to miss beers because the guys would tell me to keep fucking myself with the bottle. “After classes, I'll take care of you. Everyone went into the kitchen to get a bowl full of the soup and at least one slice of garlic bread. No one noticed that he took great joy in tasting that which came out of her pussy. We’re loaded. I don’t know who took her place, but soon a different prick was pumping into my ass. Without noticing my temper tantrum he just handed my a pack of panties and told me : - why not go for a walk? I ask, Big Boobs spanking keeping up the pretense. I was confused at first, but then relized he was talking about the butt plug that I had bought for my gf. “I'm trying to enjoy a titty fuck here.” BDSM I was getting a very expensive bottle of wine and I got to see Jim naked at the same time. You ran your fingers through his hair guiding him once again. Now take off your pants, and bend over for your boss.” But then on the weekends, when I saw Annabelle, I was confused. “What?” Madison asked. He handed her a rope as he lined up her blonde four companions. Then I sled my right hand down over to his balls and gently ran the tips of my fingers over them. After shouting her name several times and rolling her over though he soon gave up. Did you see the way she fucked those dildos! We each got louder and louder, and moved faster and faster, as our orgasms approached. You can’t get addicted to Mary Jane.” I inform her. Only this is a younger, meaner and more beautiful version of her old boss Oksana. I would make fetish her feel incredible. Finally, I had her lay down, and I immediately crawled between her legs. "Yes what? I was ready for her this time—towels on the bed and dressed in only my robe.