Leaving the mall, they rushed to the car. The only thing the two could think of was fucking and didnt want to waste any time. Just as they got to the car the Captain said, "Show me, slut!" sue cried more and begged, "Please, sir, not here." "Shut up cunt and do it, NOW!" he yelled. "Unless you want me to rip those slutty little clothes off you." sue slowly looked around and began to remove her clothes right there in the open

After she was satisfied that she had missed no spots she took the hand-held shower massager and hosed him down. David climbed out of the tub and knelt there as Donna towel-dried him. She led him into her room and made him lie on her bed, face up and spreadeagled. There was a plastic sheet underneath him. "We want to make sure Kathy can see everything youve got so Im going to shave you, David." David whined a bit but didnt move. Donna used scissors to trim his groin hair as short as possible, then took shaving cream and lathered him up.

Once again wearing her collar Bill used a short leash to lead her to the basement where she was attached to a specially built wooden X-frame within full view of Colleen. Leather straps were fastened to her wrists and ankles. The worst came next: Bill attached the penis gag previously used on Colleen to Denise inflating it to the max. For all her love of submissive BDSM Denise despised being gagged and Bill always honored this preference. The only thing she despised more was the thought of a female using a strap on device upon

Rita stood at the sink washing up. Her life was back on track. She had a date with Roy at the weekend. He had wondered what had happened to Jane, but Rita had professed ignorance, assuring him that she would probably turn up in a day or so. Rita wondered about Jane as well, keeping her ear on the local news to find out if a body had been discovered. Jane, Rita felt, had been buried in the filth and garbage that she deserved and would hopefully never see the light of day again.

You could smell death everywhere. These were the ones waiting for their passage to heaven, or, more likely, hell. Some would rage, some would brood, some would cry. All were without hope. James came to visit her the day after the trial. "Im starting things going for an appeal. Its a slim chance, but we might be able to overturn this judge." "Dont bother." she snapped.

" she pinched the flesh again but this time pulling it away from the cleft of his buttocks to expose his sphincter. She held that position for a few seconds as she admired the sight. She could see his dangling penis on the other side of the bench from where she was standing. "How do you like to be treated like an object that is defined by just this?", she aimed for the large birthmark on the penis and gently tapped with the

"He said I wonder what it would be like to lift up her skirt and see her butt naked in front of all of us." "And what did you say?" Elizabeth Cantor crossed her legs again, adjusting her impeccable black business suit. She tightened her skirt down. "Well, I said that he was being naughty, thinking such thoughts." "Go on." "Then he told me to put this pencil tight against the desk and then tight against my stomach. He told me to push down real hard on it with my stomach. He told me to leave it there for a few minutes and just stare at the teacher." Dr.

. In the Trade One funny thing. Although lots of the teachers -- men and women alike -- were "enjoying my favors", as the old stories used to put it, the kids at school left me alone. Oh, not quite alone. They knew the score, of course. Even if the word hadnt gotten around, they would have been able to guess from the way I dressed. And I knew that Pecks pictures of me were circulating around the school -- he used to make a point of telling me whenever he sold a set

Chapter One I was years old when I finished university. And at years old, I had no idea what I wanted from life or what I wanted to do as a job. I certainly wasnt ready to sign my life away to an accountancy firm and start the beginning of the rest of my life sitting in an office, staring into a computer screen. My careers advisor recommended that I take some time out to travel and see the world.

Satisfied, Rita pulled the flexible hose that was Janes only contact with the outside world, to the top of the sack and, using the cable ties, secured the bag so that the breathing tube just poked out, but was partially obscured by the bag. Opening another garden bag, Rita emptied the contents of one of the sacks that she had already filled into the bottom, before lifting and rolling the Jane sack into the new one. More waste from other sacks was then poured down the sides so that, if anybody was to lift the sack, they would not be able to feel