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“Plenty more where that came from.” She hyperventilated too hard to even notice the cobweb of semen and drool hanging between her lips and his cock, let alone his words. “Shall we get to the fun part?” Katelyn suggested. Besides the orgasm the girl had given her, watching Master fuck her helpless mouth was making her wet again and she couldn’t wait to commence the torture. “Sure, but I MILF have to piss and wash up first. Do me a favor, clean her up.” He tossed a pack of wet wipes and she rose to get to work on Megan, but not before rummaging through Master’s goodie bag to decide what kind of gag she wanted to have her wear. Katelyn loved a simple bandana cleave for everyday use, but Megan was about to be screaming her head off and they needed a more effective way of keeping her quiet. She was considering another ball gag until she came across a roll of sports tape and thought ‘bingo’. Megan hung her head as low as the tethered collar would allow, which wasn’t much. Taking a seat on the ottoman’s edge, Katelyn dabbed the sticky fluids off her face with one of the towelettes, then scrubbed her chin, nose, cheeks and gaping lips with another. She made bigtits no sounds except for the occasional sniffle, and stared off into the corner until her captor started addressing her and she looked her in the eye, knowing she couldn’t risk another punishment. “So,” Katelyn began, “I take it this isn’t how you expected your weekend to turn out?” “Nuh, ihhstress.” She said weakly. “No one ever does.” She chuckled. “I don’t think Austin did, either, but he’s coming along nicely.” Megan whined and hung her head again. “Don’t worry, kitten, I would never do any permanent damage to a cutie like him. Not where it matters, at least.” Katelyn undid the straps to her gag, plucked the ring out and applied one finger to the base of her jaw to steer her head back up. “Look at me.” She lay one strip of cloth on top of her thigh and began folding it. “Your life will be a lot easier from now on if you just behave. It’ll never be perfect or even pleasant, mind you, but there are little things we can do to make it a handjob bit more comfortable. Or painful, as you’re about to see. Open up.” Katelyn crammed the thick square of cloth into Megan’s mouth, ensuring that the flat edges went in first so she mom wouldn’t choke on it, and continued her lecture. “Gabby’s having a hard time adjusting, too, being the spoiled little shit she is.” It was true. Her best friend mature was sweet and loyal, but never worked a day in her life and had spent nineteen years being waited on hand and foot. “But I think we’ll break her eventually. I could have a lot of fun disciplining that gorgeous body of hers, if only Chris and Sully weren’t so greedy with it.” Katelyn peeled the first corner of tape from the roll and pressed it over Megan’s closed lips, then brushed her hair out of the way and wound it around her head three times. “Speaking of gorgeous bodies,” She cupped Megan’s right breast and tickled the fabric of her t-shirt with the other hand, “it’s too bad Master had to put this chastity belt on you. We had so much fun yesterday when it was just those cute, plaid shorts of yours.” She said she would ‘try’ to make it. As we entered it I took one more look behind me to see the men smiling and heading towards our door it seemed but then the mature door was shut and locked by my hubby. No way am I wasting my legs on those old cunts at work, although they leered at me anyway. Elia glanced up mom at the boy with a reproachful, almost pitying look on her face while one more swallow cleared the cache of cum clogging her throat. Maybe MILF he had been in my dream. handjob "You should both consider trying out, it would be a reunion with the old town team, not that I can guarantee your spots," John stated half-jokingly. He looked at me but said nothing. After a few minutes, she got up and showered. I convinced myself that bigtits it was for the best that I stay away.” “What were you doing at Shaw Labs?” I ask. Ryan “I think we should celebrate.” Jean replied, snaking her legs around back of him so that her feet were crossed on his lower back.