? Mistress said. ?What? Did you think you were the only one? Now kneel down.?Angela's head was reeling. She had never for a moment considered the poss...ibility that Mistress might have other slaves. Was she jealous? Of course she was. Mistress's instructions not to think ran through her mind. She had to calm down, she had to show she was worthy, she had to show that she could be a better slave, more obedient, more compliant, more willing than this interloper.?Now then, slut-slave, why don't you. The rest of the night was good, i got quite drunk and loved all the attention i was getting, walking round a group of guys half naked.My boyfriends friend said he would take me home and i said my goodbyes.We went out to his car and got in again putting my coat on the backseat, i was having trouble with the seat belt probably because i was so drunk and he leaned over to help me.As he leaned over he touched my stocking tops and i turned to him and plunged my tongue down his throat, that was it we. " It is so," Ludmilla sniffed, "Small!" Maybe you don't turn me on?" Pa suggested unwisely, as Ludmilla stepped forward grabbed Pa's balls with her left hand and stuck her long finger of the other hand up his ass hole."Maybe you are homosexual?" Ludmilla asked as his cock instantly stiffened to a full seven and a half inches."Maybe if you looked like a god danged girl not a farm hand I might have got stiff in the first place," Pa railed."You want painted tart not honest hard working peasant?". Katherine was getting wet, and not from the shower. Agent Tate stood firmly and brought her hand between her legs. She began to rub her pussy slowly, the stream trickling between like a spout. She could feel her own wetness amongst it, in between her lips, practically dripping out. The sensation shot through her body like a shockwave. She couldn’t help but open her mouth in pleasure so she bit her lip. Katherine’s mind continued to wander. She knew the rest of her day might be a nightmare,.