I’m at the mall this time. A lot of people are giving me glances. I love the feeling. My skirt is so short. They must be waiting to see my panties. ...Something tells me people enjoy following me up the escalator. I’m going shopping now, look at all these t-shirts. I would love to make a skirt and crop top out of these. Wait, this one’s already a crop top. I wonder how short I could make the skirt. I’m walking out in my new outfit. An even tinier skirt, and a touch of underboob. A little ass cheek. .where I would peel off the sticky boxers and get hard again, this time lasting any normal length and giving that horny little sex fiend the multiple deep squirting orgasms she demanded from me.my go to was masturbation videos, I loved watching girls pound their vaginas and assholes with their own fingers and toys. I would prop my phone up behind the steering wheel, unzip, spit on my dick and stroke it... only slightly concerned if someone saw me.the one time I was caught, it couldn’t have. Grunting with exertion Hilary tugged and tugged. And it didn't move a millimetre.Utterly exasperated Hilary gave up her struggling, slumping back down onto the dusty floor, as the hopelessness of their plight began to sink in."This is a nightmare," she groaned.Claire just nodded her agreement.The unwelcome opportunity to dwell on their plight was cut short by the arrival of their masters. The heavy steel door to the dungeon suddenly swung inwards, smashing noisily against the cold brick wall. A. At that second its shit-eating life was transformed by Master’s initiation leading it to perform unspeakable acts of feces degradation. It was in moments of that first massive rush it instantly discovered its true nature was that of being a less than human walking sewer a****l – one hell-bent in full pursuit of devouring shit.That night Shit Master wore very high black motorcycle boots, a white medical jacket that exposed his city-wide famous buns and was otherwise nude. It was instantaneously.