Fortunately the number matched the one on her collar, but his frown deepened anyway. "Berkhamstead School, they're pretty straight," he mused. "So why... has this thing got no sign of an MoC then, eh? Are you sure there was nothing funny going on when you bought it? Anything odd at all?"Where could I start? But before I had got far into my hesitant tale of my birthday present, he interrupted me."So, raped, you say? Mind you, you can't rape a collar; surely you knew that. But they don't like. It felt so good and I rubbed my clit as he drilled me. He didn't last much longer. He pulled out and came all over my face. Mark was grunting and screaming while blowing his cum on me. He must have been masturbating all morning because there wasn’t much there. His monster cock was still rock hard so I continued to play with him, rubbing up and down until till he could sit up. He was out of breath and happy. The asshole waved at the cam then went to shut it off, not before checking and seeing. He had received the same advertisements as everyone else. Chris wadded up the papers in his hand, and then he decided that at least he could clean up his little area. He began to gather up the strewn paper around his feet."It's a shame that people have to be so messy," Chris heard from his left. He turned his head and saw pair of feet in sandals. The feet had neatly trimmed nails that were painted a sort of pearl-pink color. As he began to stand, Chris saw a pair of slim but shapely legs, some. I need it now. My rubbing in both areas increased in speed, and the hot longing inside me increased with it. My whole pussy was wet and slippery. I pictured my man's cock shimmering with my juices and his precum. Finally, I slipped to fingers inside my pussy, luxuriating in the warm wetness. I wanted more in there, but it was the best I could do. To satisfy myself, I pictured that huge, gorgeous cock entering me, stretching me to my limit. I wiggled around inside myself, pushing against the.