He saw her looking at herself in the mirror, the site she must be to herself, so loving marked and used as the toy she so wanted to be but could not ask for. Her breath in short pants of pain. She could not be doing this on the porch her mind screamed as her hands reached to remove the bra. She jumped as her phone rang and vibed in her pocket. You didn’t think about why that table might be in such an odd place I bet?” “Stand in front of the table.” “Now lean forward over the table I will support you so you don’t have to worry about falling.” “Be sure you are over the table far enough that your tits are hanging on the other side slave.”
Stand she was not sure she could get up with her arms tied but then he lifted her by her elbows. Slowly button-by-button she undid her blouse until it hung open. Oh god her ass he was going to fuck her ass he was not small she should have let him put in the dildo.
