The next morning I woke up early, dressed and quietly left the house. The day was long and hard and at the same time it was too damned short. Long and... hard because I couldn’t concentrate on anything at school. All I could think about was how badly I had fucked up the night before and think of the consequences that I would have to face when I went home after classes – if I went home! I seriously considered running away and joining the French Foreign Legion. The day that had seemed so long and. I let out a slight scream, and then constant moans. The orgasm hit me hard, and I collapsed my head into the couch. A huge stream of fluid shot out of me as he continued to fuck me. My body was out of control. I put my face in a pillow and screamed. Then he began screaming. I felt the surge of heat inside me. I couldnt feel him shooting, but I could tell he was. I instantly felt wetter and I lost most of the sensation of his cock. I could feel the size, but not make out the small curvatures. He. I just couldn't resist her, I was perfectly bound at my hands and feet, gagged, just watching my own transformation to a lesbian sex slave with no will of my own. She leaned over my entire body as she moved the harness like a piston with just her hips. She murmured icily cold: "Karla, in a few minutes you will be changed, transformed into my personal Sow. Remember, Karla, what is a FuckSow? I nodded yes. "Then so be it”. Gabriela said.She increased the pace on the long strapon strokes going in. There had been a slight but perceptible change of tone in his last remarkand Emily had noticed it. Her expression of cheerful cooperation flickeredfor a moment as she realized that she really did not know what to expect fromthis master who was now staring at her naked bottom, with a cane in his hand.He was not the Reverend. She felt a flutter of anxiety in her tummy. But surelyit couldn't be too different, even if things seemed not quite the same. Anyway,there was little she could do about it,.