The makeup had been smeared and sweated and reapplied and sweated again, Then come over and made up over again. When did that happen, slut thought dim...ly. Desperately. And the hair, her neon hair, and sticky white lines on it.She began to cry."No tears, slut. Not now," she heard Governess say, urgently. "Now is the time to be strong. Just this once." Yes, Governess Chantel," but slut still cried, and the corset still pinched, and the plug still rolled in and out, and the boots still hurt."slut,. For every couple of centimetres of penetration, she would pull it back a little before progressing further. Then she felt his resistance disappear as the tip of her cock went past the point of no return. His reflex action had eased off as she pushed into him fully. Matt’s eyes were looking at the smile of a person that had died and gone to heaven. Emma watched him as she fucked into him. Matt and Emma, felt every thrust. As she pushed forward, the cock pierced his arse and rubbed past his. One night as i was out with a friend i saw a girl like the ones i look for, she had a face soo beautiful i just could not let her get away. As i looked closer i saw that she was more than chubby. I usually dont like fat women but her boobs were big enough and her ass well shaped that the fact she was fat was easilly overlooked.I stare at her. A stare that would make her understand that i want her, that would also make her want me. She buys me a drink. I go closer and start talking to her. She. The silky dress and high heels still made her legs look long and crazily sexy.Belinda was trembling as she clipped up the cell block, her mind yet to fully process the event of the night. Kate was one of her closest friends and during many hours together on the front desk of the gaol they had talked about incarceration. Little by little they had admitted to both themselves and each other their fascination of being locked up and locking people up. The friends had never experimented, despite.