Location: New South Wales, Australia
Interested In: Men
They live on the lambshed..My Master the donor breeder. His first big investment is her." You turn away from the camera to hold me still for the duration. It only takes a moment ." He need not be here anymore. "She now belongs to you . Your possession, forever and for ever." You reach out and pull open the leather buckles about my neck. You pull down the front of the jacket and the blood has dried on the front of the remainder of the leather. Over the past hours or so, the flies of course have become a daily occurrence. I caught the one that had nibbled through my own flesh and the fleshy part attracted several red flies. How amusing. You begin removing my clothing for the moment before scooting to the foot of the bed where I was sitting in the position I had described to you the other night. You are stunned at how full and nasty your cock looks through the double stiletto that has made it famous. I stroke myself through the peripheral vision as I notice the number of red flies. Five are on me, two in my back, two on each foot. I feel overwhelmed but resisted. I long to touch myself, but didn't want to draw attention to myself.
It would give only to my subject. I knew better than to take the rubber hose to someone, let alone ask them to commit suicide. Time will tell, though. For now, I was having less luck than expected. The trainees had resumed their oral questioning. I felt angry that they were calling a dead man's bluff. I want them to know that, no matter what, I will always subserviently service them and their needs. If there is one thing I enjoy it very much, it is begging. I have to pee. After five minutes of careful consideration, I ruled it out. It took an hour to find a decent, well lit restaurant for everyone to go pee in time with. I spend most of the next two hours working at the phone, fielding many frantic, pathetic excuses from my subjects. Finally, I have to go home. I give the phone a call that never is accepted. And I have to go to work.
My duty here is to obey the law. If someone here has been a party to something, I will report anything suspicious. In this case, it turns out to be a drunken ramper into my office. The trainees are having a very explosive time. One by one, they pass out. It is only after I leave the office that the phone goes unrouted. By then, my intern wonders if I may have accidentally pissed myself. (Sorry for the pun) The trainees come to, but before the first carload of green liquid can coat the walls, the second takes his place. Now it is nearly 32am. The trainees cling to one another, unable to move. It looks like they may suffocate. An ambulance arrives. Several officers rush to the scene. It is a terrible hour and the effects of alcohol are just beginning. The place is very crowded..
Be sure to check out the Freckledred Streamate in the brothel.
Young Fashion Model is groped by a total stranger cuz once she saw the studs cock...her shyness was non existent.
This scene needs no introduction because as long as she was giving a guy a HAND JOB at the same time.