I concentrate on her face and I start to fuck my fist. I watch the look on her face and am matching her stroke for stroke. I can see the expression ch...ange and the look of pain and then pleasure as he must have put his cock in her ass. Her head drops and then pops back up with a pleasurable look on her face and she seems to be panting and I am still stroke for stroke with her. I am oblivious to the fact that I too am being watched. I finally feel someone's eyes on me and it is the park ranger.. You give me more manna that I thought you would! I hope you to stay in that state of mind; it is very rewarding for me! I know that inside, you are begging for release, but you are too useful as automated rubber sex dolls. Have a good life, my dear dollies!" She left the room, laughing, leaving the two dolls with no hope.As told the Mistress, life went on. Erika and Lydia were used all time. Day after day, their will to release faded away; as they had given all hope long ago. Step by step, they. Santa-girl. And his heart felt like it was pinballing around his insides. She ignored all the racks of DVDs, she just walked fearlessly, intently between the isles in those little black boots all the way up to him and leaned forward over the counter, an earnestly decisive expression on her cute face.'Hey Shane, I just came back to apologise.'He was nonplussed. 'Apologise? What for?''Well,' she went on with a frank, confessional tone, 'there you were, feeling a bit low on Christmas Eve, and. She was pushed to the limit and came through like a champ. She was gone almost three weeks before she came home with him he was in really bad shape and was totally dependent on her for everything, she was trapped in the house with him 24 hours a day, constantly at his beck and call for everything. I thought I would never see her again and that she would change in some way.She came to our house one evening about six o?clock or so and was just so happy to be out of the house, we sat around and.