As long as Martha was prepared to abuse Sandra freely, Sandra would oblige by doing anything for her beloved Mistress.Sandra told Martha everything sh...e did in the bedroom with Alan and with her lesbian girl-friend in whatever level of detail Martha demanded. Martha enjoyed listening to Sandra, who was usually lying on the floor with her hands and feet tied when she made her 'confessions' as Martha called them, occasionally receiving a kick or a blow from a whip to make her give more. PUMP. PUMP. PUMP. PUMP. PUMP.I panted heavily. PUFFFFF. PUUUUFFFFF.My wife hadn't put out for weeks, the bitch was always too tired, and I probably had gallons of semen to release: I needed a cum hungry whore to satisfy.PUMP. PUMP. PUMP. PUMP. PUMP. PUMP.I sprinted upstairs and there she was, spread out like the dirty whore I knew she would be. Fingering herself, and inserting an unusual sex toy into her anus. A longer glance later confirmed it to be a didgeridoo. She looked up with pure. Without thinking about, unconciously, I unbutton my own blouse. Not all the way, just a couple of buttons. After all, you are the slut, not I.Your smile widens. I'm not sure why but that is neither here nor there.Your hands are both caressing your inner thighs all the way to your cunt and back to your knees. Your skirt is hiked as high as it can go, bunched around your hips. That is going to wrinkle terribly! Don't expect ME to iron it for you, slut!I hear a quiet moan and realize that it. She first felt his hands on her cheeks guiding her. His hot hard cock parted her lips and she savored the manly taste as it slid down to the back of her throat. Master slowly withdrew as she gave the head a reluctant last lick and waited for another test. If only he'd let her please him. Or better still, drive it deep inside her aching wet pussy."Very good, pet," he said, "Now if you can take the clamps full force on your nipples without uttering a sound I'll permit to you suck me for a.