..i felt stretched but good....i felt fuller and fuller as he was slowly prying my pussy apart....he was groaning and grunting as he was pushing his f...at cock into my tight pussy...i was freaking loving it....i know he was too because he was so hungry for my pussy...he finally got it all the way in and my pussy was stretched tight around him and he started slowly stroking me faster and faster and faster.....by then my knees were folded up under me on the counter and he was standing there ramming. However, unless there’s some safety or health reason or there’s a law against that, three of us slaves need to be naked: that’s myself, Kris and Ashley. We’ve been conditioned to prefer being naked. Constance grew up naked and prefers total nudity. Solace is a submissive and needs to be controlled; I recommend keeping her naked at all times. The odd man out, if you’ll excuse my expression, is Captain Manchester.”“You have a recommendation?” I asked, even though my question wasn’t really a. It was 1982, and I had turned x three months earlier. I had passed through that awkward phase of puberty and was an attractive kid; I played on the JV football team and was reasonably popular. It was Christmas Eve, and I had gone upstairs to my room after spending the evening singing carols with my family. As I changed into my flannel pajamas I noticed a note on my pillow, so I picked it up and read the words that would soon change my life: "Ted, I have a special gift for you. Come to my study. She smiled nastily on our arrival, and asked if Mum and I had the payment today.When told we didn't, the negress smirked at Mum and said, "Well now, honey, I hope you are ready to have to pay our exxxtra!"She sounded that last word lasciviously, drawing it out and widening her eyes mockingly, as if it meant something totally different and more lewd. If it did, Mr. Miller must have told her, and they'd obviously laughed at us about it!As we sat before Mr. Miller again, he told us off once more,.