She cooed, “Oh yes, but we love it all the same…”
If I could, I would have rolled my eyes and would have corrected that I didn’t love it and that I just felt… content? And this lady had pulled in such a favor, which Chris had given her years ago. Xxnx “AIIIIEEEEEE!”
“Shut the fuck up!” A man kicked my leg as another pulled me up to my feet. That’s it. I pulled against the handcuffs, the only thing that kept me from crawling to the far end of the stall in disgust to avoid the hole, the only leash holding me in, and it took its vengeance on me by creating deeper gashes all across my right wrist. This is the second installation in the Inner Slut series. Having slutty thoughts and slutty feelings… it just didn’t seem that bad and it was not harming anyone.
