The drive in the cop car was silent for the most part. The officer preferred it this way unlike most of Sammi’s other clients that loved when he talked with a sissy lisp, flagrantly flaunting his errant sexuality. No, Officer Wellington was a major fan of something else. Sammi watched as the grown man’s eyes wandered, continually checking his rearview mirror. There wasn’t a car within thirty feet of him, so he couldn’t have been checking on the traffic. No. Sammi knew exactly where this awesome example of perverted justice was looking, and he grinned in glee, spreading his eyes stocking covered thighs to allow the officer a little peak at his pink panties. He wondered if the equally deceptive officer could see it, his little cock twitching in anticipation of what they were going to do. Pre was making them damp with need. If only Officer Wellington knew how much Sammi wanted him, they’d have done it in the backseat. Of course, that wouldn’t be enough for the man. Location was everything, and boy did Officer Wellington have a place in mind.
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Cynthia were still together – bodies intertwined on their living room couch with toys soaking wet with their love thrown about. They were the type to go all out once they got started, having sex in just about every room. Sammi’s sheets would definitely have to be washed later long with the dining table, kitchen counter, and of course the sofa that was now damp with their juices…
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It’s amazing how a few piercings and a chain can drastically make your life that much harder. No one knew that more than Katty who was walking through the supermarket with a cart pushed in front of her. She could never get over the feeling of cool metal hanging precariously off of her most tender bits. Each step she took was like a cruel tease, stimulating her. It felt as if her Master was fingering her in public, playing with her surgically enhanced funbags while diddling her clit. She gasped at the thought of it, having been trained to associate pure pleasure with debasement. She quickly realized that her juices were flowing and bit her bottom lip. She couldn’t allow anyone to know that she wasn’t wearing any panties or that she was concealing her proof of slavery. Her shame had disappeared long ago, replaced with only the fear of what her Master would do if he found out that she had broken one of his rules. Even though he wasn’t around, she knew he had eyes everywhere – people that were a part of his secret circle and the slaves they too had.
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Ted couldn’t believe that he was doing this. It almost seemed like something out of a cheesy Adam Sandler comedy. He had been driving around this area for the past hour simply because he thought he had the wrong address, but no amount of pointless driving was going to change where his employer wanted this slut machine. Of all of the places in Chicago, why did it have to be Saint Catherine’s? The monastery was one of the only decent places in the city….
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