Johnson barked, "Now sit down and get back towork!" the tears continued unabated, even as the girl stumbled back into herseat, her wails redoubled as ...she sat in the urine-softened crap in her panties.Slowly, very slowly, Kimiko's pencil began to move across the paper again,as her crying just as slowly settled into sniffles and whimpers - and coughs,as she nearly choked on the acrid stench she'd made in her underwear. Finally, as Mr. Johnson said, "Time!" Kimiko looked at her paper, and. I am writing a true story which I have experienced in my life while traveling in my car. One fine day in the morning when I was traveling to join my duties suddenly on half way of my journey I saw a women asking for a lift, I stopped and saw she was in a hurry to reach her destination, she requested me if she can join me to the nearest bus stop which I will be passing by, so I agreed upon and started the journey,She was a beautiful women aged around 30yrs. whitish skin, slim body and a. Karen and Katy had started calling me Massa, but it was only a damned joke, that's for sure. As soon as I was naked they wrestled me to my back on the bunk and Katy didn't waste any time mounting me reverse cowgirl style. I'll have to say that my view of her ass was spectacular, but Karen didn't let that slide."Turn around Katy, so we can play with each other's titties while I ride his mouth," she said, and then they did it.They weren't fooling around either. Karen had my tongue up her in. He seemed to be purposefully denying her any privacy. He liked letting his slaves go through his entire wardrobe in case anyone wanted to have him dress in a particular style. He also loved tempting them with a view of Jean's wardrobe, whips, canes, restraining devices and all of the other hardware of sadism she had in her dungeon so they could choose whatever torture met their needs on any given day. He loved fulfilling his customer's deeper, darker needs because he knew the tables would be.