I Told Chase To Lie
They Went At Each Others
I Would Spank Her And
I Started Gently Fingering
I Would Fingerfuck Her
Not Wanting Chase To
I Fucked Her Slowly
I Reached Up To Get
I Kept Fucking Chase
When I Felt Chase Bucking
I Pinned Her Down By
Chase Giggled And Moved
I Told Her To Kneel
I Started With Just
I Had Her Splayed Open
She Was Going Nuts Screaming
Chase Sucked Me To The
My Shinny White Cum
When I Finished I Took
Telling Chase To Get
I Told Chase To Kneel
Her Ass Was Just Inches
I Spanked Her Ass And
The Tails Flailing Against
Chase Bucked And Gyrated
First One Girl And Then
Finally I Rolled Erin
I Had Chase Use Her
I Told Her To Lick Erin S
| "Not like that! Crawl to your mistress like the dog you are!" "Yes, mistress. Martha began to moan softly and rotate her hips, fucking my face. Still holding onto my hair, she thrust her cock deep into my mouth, causing me to gag as it entered my throat. Martha released me, coughing and retching.
I knew she meant it, so I started doing the things I liked done to me. I drew the throbbing member as far into my mouth as I could without gagging, sliding my tongue around the underside. Then I pulled back and concentrated on the head, licking the sensitive glans and probing the slit with my tongue. "Suck it!" she commanded. I just knelt there, dumbstruck, watching as her member grew longer and thicker. Grabbing a handful of my hair, she pulled me to her crotch. "I said Suck It!" she barked." Martha barked. I clumsily did as I was told. There were sounds of rustling material, then Martha came around in front of me. She had removed her skirt. Her semi-erect but growing cock swung before me. "You know, Martha, I hardly know where to begin" Becky said. "Well I do!" Martha replied. She walked behind me, and almost instantly I felt the sharp sting of the whip on my bare ass. "On your knees, slave! And besides," she stood before me and gave my withered cock a playful squeeze, "I've already had him. And to be honest, it wasn't that great." Becky and Martha roared with laughter. Then, with many thanks, they bid Angela farewell, and turned their attention back to me. "What do you think I want?" she sneered, "Now, STRIP!" I looked around at my tormentors.
Martha, particularly, seemed to be enjoying herself. The tables had turned. The slaves were now the masters; the master now a slave, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. There was no doubt; anyone who saw this tape without knowing the truth would see a . She had me by the balls. "You bitch!" I hissed. "Count on it!" she spat back. So, what do you want?" I asked, not wanting to hear the answer. I remembered the blistering lecture he had given me, ranting about how punks who disregarded the law should be horse-whipped! And that was for running a stop sign! "OK," I sighed, "You win. I guess this makes us even." My heart sank. I had met Sargent Kelly only once. He stopped me for a running a stop sign. The rumor was that he had a promising career as a defensive lineman, but he had injured so many players that none of the major teams would touch him." "No, idiot", Becky explained, "We're not going to show your pals that you screwed Angela. We're going to show the police that you d Angela!" I looked at the three women, each with an expression as smug as the others. "Yes, Aunt Becky?" Angela said, innocently. "But.... Wha.... I.... Aunt Becky?!?!" I stammered. "That's right, asshole", Marty said. "You've got your video, and now we have ours." I slowly began to collect my thoughts." With that, she clicked on the TV. At first I thought it was just some porn flick. Some guy was fucking this cute blonde from behind. Then I looked closer. Holy shit! That's not some guy! That's ME! I arrived at "The Love Shack", as I had begun to think of Becky's house, precisely at eight. The door opened even before I knocked. Very good. I strode in, master of my domain. As I had instructed, both Becky and Martha were dressed in leather. Lathering up in the steaming spray, I entertained visions of reddening Marty's androgynous ass with her own leather whip. My cock began to swell in anticipation. Down Boy! There will be time for that later. I would have to discipline her; remind her who was in charge. As I undressed and headed for the shower, I contemplated various ways to show my belligerent slave how to behave. Perhaps the whip was in order, I thought, as I adjusted the water temperature to the way I liked it; just a shade below scalding... the leather, I think. I'm feeling rather kinky tonight." "Don't worry, 'Master David'", came the sarcastic reply, "We'll be ready for you." As I hung up the receiver, it occurred to me that Martha, who had always been the more defiant of the two, was getting out of hand.
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