“How long is she Foxy going to be on maternity leave?” “Oh, six months,” Mom said. “Her temp replacement will show up tomorrow.” Fuck. To be continued... Ada’s Tattoo part 2 Ada woke in the morning to find herself naked in bed. She didn’t usually sleep in the nude but she remembered why she had and the one memory caused a cascade effect of recollection that held her in place under the covers. Touching her new and inexplicable tattoo she considered the events of the night. Her thoughts were accompanied by the pleasant sensations emanating from her well used pussy. In a way it was reminiscent of beat poetry spoken to the sound of a deft hand on a brunette bongo drum, it made no real sense but there was an under beat that captivated the listener. She was finally roused from her position by the call of nature, she had to pee. Lifting the blankets aside and attempting to rise two salient facts were presented to her. The first was that she reeked of body odor and and sex, the second and greater problem was that her muscles rebelled painfully. Ada rose from bed nevertheless fucks albeit carefully. Her bathroom visit was a repeat of her two AM visit, ending with the same sense of wonder before the mirror. ‘There will be time for this later’, she thought at last. Just then she needed to bath and get ready to check out of her motel room. She had slept-in and had to be out by eleven. The hot water of the shower felt good but the spray was too fine so she washed what was most important then dried busty herself a bit and began to fill the tub. While it filled she wrapped herself in a towel and laid out her clothes. She wanted to keep moving so as not to stiffen up or find herself in front of the mirror again, gazing and thinking. She answered the call. Something to take pleasure from. Tina answered her own question, piling into the passenger seat before I could respond. He explained to her that she’d have to regularly workout and he’d let her know when to do that. The transparent blouse she wore has only lining in the front part of the blouse. The possibilities... Sue got a bucket and some swaps. Sure enough, barely thirty seconds later, he heard and Becca’s bedroom door squeak open and soft footsteps padding across the Foxy carpet before going into the bathroom which was next to Kyle’s room. About 20 minutes busty later Jon decided that he wanted a drink brunette of coke. We had the police for self-defense. I just sighed at the sight. I would fucks not have guessed that your natural colour is brown. Just to be with her. For one, my middle school and high school years were horrible. “On what.”
I’m grateful to be freed from the stirrups. While I stand trembling on the floor to stretch and flex sore limbs my owner Egregious Klink pulls two bundles of red fabric from pockets in his clothing. “Graduation presents, slaves,” he taunts. “Put these busty on.” I comply immediately. It’s been almost a day since I last wore a stitch of clothing. Then it was the blue wrap of a private slave, and not long before that a jumpsuit of Gaianesia. I was a woman with a future and hopes. Boobs, they called me. A proud citizen of my planet. Now I’m someone completely different. A woman wearing red wrap of a slave girl of Aghara-Penthay. 27 – brunette Routine A week of my new life passes. It already seems like an eternity from the other reality where I’d been free, and it becomes more and more difficult to remember how that felt while my new existence becomes ingrained. My days begin to assume something of a regular pattern where Klink, Riyena, my sister and myself settle to living together in our Master’s luxurious rooms. Tits and I are assigned the household’s domestic duties. We cook and clean. Our Master only likes shapely women and we are not permitted to lose our Foxy beauty, so for two hours a day we exercise in the gym. There are three women in the household but my sister and I are certainly equal lowest. Klink orders us to obey Riyena’s every command exactly as though she was a man, and similarly to do her no harm. Riyena tests part-one straight away, ordering Tits and I to fight. To disobey would invite far worse punishment than the suffering of compliance, so we both do as we’re told instantly and wholeheartedly, slugging away like a pair of tavern and brawlers until Klink has been sufficiently entertained to instruct us to stop. Gasping for breath afterwards I see Tits has a nosebleed, and I have a smarting pain in my cheek and a cut above my eye that requires cunt paste for healing. We soothe each other and fucks clean each other’s wounds with infinite tenderness. We are not permitted to forget our former lives entirely. “Should I just have her bring up the dress after she is finished in the dressing room?” We agreed and Mac let himself out. “Roger Johnson” “Damn, but you’re beautiful…just perfect in my opinion.” Foxy She brunette gasped then moaned loudly. Shelly knew exactly where the porno belonged. “I know, you’re in an open relationship, which and is the only reason it’s cool that we hook up. "Do you want me to stand up?" "Yes you busty can. I was extremely jealous of April. “I hope you deleted it then,” Evan said. The more I indulged in the powers of the editing app, the more depraved things I wanted. I bet Phil thought about looking back at me, but knew better. I helped him step out of them and looked over at the other guys in the room fucks who were watching the show as they were rubbing their cocks through their pants. Hikaru stirred on my other side and looked up.<
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