Abigaile Johnson solo

The Goddess will be starting her own team tomorrow. We have just expanded OUR Team without even letting them in on the adventure fully! Now, let’s see how the girls handle a serious conversation with their husband. It’s time to remove the limits and make sure these boys know the girls are ‘in charge’. Chapter Sixteen PRESTIRA They tortured me all day. Hours and hours, I begged like a whore for them to make me come, but they just drove me to the brink, then stopped. They injected me with more poison when they were done, worsening the torment tenfold. I humiliated myself just for a touch; not even a fuck, but a caress, a slap, a punch. Every part of me was electrified, my nerves raging beneath the flesh, my synapses overloaded with sensation. I wasn’t Prestira anymore; I told them as much. “My name isn’t Prestira, it’s Fifty-One!” I cried when they asked who I was. I pissed all over myself blonde just because they told me to. I enjoyed doing it. I enjoyed the humiliation because it meant they were paying attention to me, feeling me, penetrating me. They pet my head and told me I was a good girl. They promised to reward me. They sexy said they’d let me come if I did something for them. They took me up to the captain’s cabin. They chained my wrist shackles to the floor and bolted my ankles shackles with them, forcing me into a squatted position. Master Timothy Two-Shot came over to me. I begged for his cock. He sneered, masturbation and like the wonderful master he was, he pulled out his stinking meat and smeared it across my face. I quivered with delight, aroused beyond description to be so degraded, to have his scent saturate my sinuses. When he finally pressed his tip to my lips, I nearly cried with relief. I took him with a desperation I’d never known, worshipping every inch of him with my lips, tongue and throat. I stayed pressed against his crotch, swallowing continuously, massaging him with the muscles of my neck as pussy I slurped his base. He tits tasted like he hadn’t washed in weeks. I’d never tasted anything so decadent in my life. “Well, well, Fifty-One, you’re feeling friendly, ain’t ‘cha?” He laughed, stroking my hair. I nodded around my consumption, unwilling to relent even an inch of him. I’m just your filthy cum-slave, Master. Please reward me for being such a good whore! “I have a special task for you.” Master Two-Shot said, “I need you to give a friend of mine some information. If you make her happy, she’ll let you come. Does that sound fun?” I nodded excitedly, keeping Master’s meat in my mouth. “That’s a good girl, Fifty-One. Now, I’m going to pull out, because you’ll need to answer some questions.” He withdrew, and I cried out in dismay. “Don’t worry girl,” Master said, soothing me back to complacency with a stroking hand, “we’ll fill up every one of your holes later.” “Show her the delights that only masturbation a female masseuse can give. “So what can we order?” I thought it would be just another afternoon of slimy dogs cum covering me, but I was so wrong when I saw my kid brother getting on the bus to take us home right after sexy school , saying his class had been cancelled that day. I knew that it was possible that Johnny would be at home but my mind was made up: I was going to discuss blonde this with his mother because I knew no mother would want her son engaging in such dangerous activity with a young girl. I mean, well, did you like it more than, ah,…?” My parents set up and then stripped off their clothes. His other hand fisted his rod at its base. After having the teeth and ear check Linda awaited the next command. As the van sped past Daniel leaned out of the window and yelled a whoop of exhilaration. "Yes it was but there's a lot more of where that came from. I’m licking the bottom of your tits cock, licking all the way pussy down.