"Here? No. Smells like a fish market. I like fish markets. Further towardthe rear I don't want to know about and I'm avoiding those buckets." I left ...a cup for Paula on the coffee table. I was half way through my ownwhen Paula put away the tooth brush and removed the buckets, cords and alligatorclips from her victim. She downed her coffee quickly and then proceeded toslap mother's breasts. Mother yelped with each hit. "No," she said weakly. "Pleasedon't." "As much as I am enjoying myself,". She looked at her little sister. The straight, brown hair flowing midway down her back. Hair that had never felt the presence of any chemical other than a daily shampoo. She looked at her innocent, young face. A face that had never even known lipstick, let alone make-up. Her heavy dark brows, joined in the center. The long dress and cardigan with white socks and flat heeled, black lace up shoes. No jewelry, except for her plastic digital watch. She wondered what John saw in her, and then she. I love pleasing my Master. This is the sole purpose of my existence. My master likes my asshole to be ready for his hard cock at all times. In order to do so, I wake up at 5 am, go to the bathroom, remove my night plug (it's fairly small, he likes keeping my asshole tight), and perform my daily enema. After the enema I wash the toy and put it on the shelf among other anal toys, I shower and kneel by the bathroom wall where an attached dildo awaits me. With little bit of lube, I do 200 strokes,. Fortunately for me, some of her squirt did end up in my mouth. I closed and gladly swallowed it. By the time she finished, she was panting heavily. Eh, why the fuck not? I thought. I stuck my fingers in her pussy and stimulated her G-spot again. Jenny let out a loud gasp, not expecting this. I worked my fingers in the same fashion in hopes of making her squirt again. I was not met with failure or disappointment. I pulled out, feeling that pressure again, and opened wide. She squirted on my face.