Sultry South Indian Seductress

“Pick it up.”
Their Slave hurriedly crouches down, scooping up the button-up shirt, the pleated skirt, knee-high socks and wedge-heeled shoes, desperately straightening and dusting them off before offering them up to her Mistress, eyes downcast reverentially. I did not. Vxxx The passenger window rolls down, her Mistress leaning out. All the same though, I will have to ask your friend there to put some clothes on.”
“If you insist,” the Mistress growls, pulling her nearly delerious Slave up by the hair. Thinking quickly she preempts him as well. Now beat it.”
“No, I-”
She whirls, crop raised, making him cringe. “Good,” she says as she locks the leash to her choker, “You Are learning after all.” Read 16446 times |
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