Mistress was whispering in my ear. I am a sick bitch but how did he know? I was drooling like a retard and the spit was coating my tits. I also wrote this for the ladies who truly understand this story and the ladies who want to understand. We all climbed into the big king size bed with me in the middle, protected. I melted straight down to the floor into the puddle of my own juices. I have no choice — this is who and what I am now. He hands her the whip and she gives me one on the side of each tit.
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