She offered one to me and I licked it, I slurped the fruit juice off of them and sucked on all nine of her nipples. She mounted me and whispered that ...every single drop would be hers. Gail was in a timeout, pouting. My Mom took Gail over her knee and spanked her with a big wooden paddle. "Bad girl, bad girl, bad girl!"The dreams went on and on until I woke up.It was 11:34 AM. I slept in. Big surprise. I stretched, naked. Everything felt sore. So fucking sore. I listened, the house was silent.. .. She kicked them free. Me? I found nectar. Found a pink flower, wet with dew.I had two hands holding my head in position, heels in my back, squeals assaulting my ears, juice smeared copiously all over my face.One. I was enjoying myself too much.Two. Her breath was coming in gasps.Three. A tiny little whimpering whine... “Brad. No more. Come up here.”I complied. She languorously rolled over me, kissing me. “Somebody got you all messy.”“Worth it,” I said.“Somebody can’t remember ever coming. Daniella was drifting, now. Staring at thesinger's ass, for no special reason. Her clit throbbed, and the buttplug pumped mercilessly into her behind. She could not think. Could notmove.When their waitress arrived, asking if they wanted refills, Dominicacrooked her finger, drawing the girl close, even though the band hadstopped for a while. "I want to talk to Howie. Tell him it's Mz.Dominica. Okay?" The waitress clearly had no idea what was going on,but she straightened and left -- apparently. Walking out of the room the woman made her way back down the hallway and through a set of doors that led outside. Sitting down on a chair she pulled out a packet of cigarettes, lit one, and took a deep drag. Letting the smoke out with a sigh she let her mind wander as she looked out on the kitchen garden. She thought back to when she had looked like the girl she had just boxed up and when her mother had sold her to pay for drugs. Remembering her life with her first owner, her mum's dealer and.