Skinny Indian Masturbating

She grimaced as he stuck the needle in her ass cheek and injected the concoction. “This is slower acting, but the effects will be steady.” He said as he injected it all into the meat of her ass “It’s good for 3 months, bring her in then for a top up.” “Haha I wish, we only have her for 2 small tits weeks bud remember!” Mr. Dudley exclaimed. “We’ll see about that boys.” He grinned devilishly. He reached for a band-aid that ironically had a yellow smiley face on it. He stuck it on her ass where he had injected her. I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Next, your slut will need to eat at some time. You want to make sure you give her the most optimum feed possible, to keep her looking her best.” He bent down and pulled a heavy bag up from a cabinet under the counted. On it was the label ‘Whore chow’ with an animated pin up style picture of a busty babe on a leash eating out of a dog bowl. I couldn’t help but laugh. Did this psycho really brand this stuff? He must be selling it to a large client base indian masturbation somewhere.. “This gents, is the optimum nutrition in the form of a liquid feast to keep sluts looking their best.” He opened the bag. It looked like liquid poop and smelled awful. “This is protein rich, fiber rich and high in unsaturated fats. It tastes like shit of course, but who cares, this will Solo keep your girl looking her best. Give her a bowl full of this a day for minimum calorie requirements” he said as he put the bag on the counter and pulled out a steel dogbowl and put it beside it. Vlad and I looked at eachother. Did this guy pull out a dogbowl? I couldn’t help but get a bit turned on by the thought of Kayleigh, once my ruthless tormentor, being reduced to eating this food that looked like shit out of amateur a doggie bowl. “What I’ve given her so far is a good starter pack. It’ll keep her relaxed and horny for you guys. It’ll also keep her body looking perfect, and probably even improve it.” “Now we need to make sure she knows she’s your property.” He continued to reach into his seemingly never ending supply of goodies. He pulled out a black leather strap with steel struts designed in to it. “This is your standard slut collar, of course.” He snapped the strap “Only the best quality. She should wear this at all times. It’s a reminder to her that she belongs to you, and just in case she’s out and about alone, this lets everyone in the community know that she is owned.” Did he say community? I thought to myself “There’s a special feature included as well. There is a GPS tracker embedded into the collar. It will track to your phone or computer at all times. If the collar is broken or cut you will be alarmed immediately.” He smiled “Just in case your slut decides to be cute and run away.” “Well you can never be too safe.” Mr. Dudley gleamed. Carol graduated from college and found a very fine part-time job with another of Horace’s long-time friends. Cho seemed to really enjoy it when his hand made contact. Then it happened I let out a loud Grunt as my Scorching white seed erupted forth the tip My my throbbing cock! This clearly was not masturbation her first time in that position. Zach asked, and Molly nodded. Oh, my god, what a wicked day at the park.” I love Halloween! Her soft lips tracing their way back up his throbbing length, her hand tightly gripping him followed. By the end of the week the old man was smiling at me and following me about. "I had a talk with mom and dad this morning, and it went pretty well, as a matter of fact... She put her hands behind her head, thrust out her chest, and swayed sensuously from side to side. You know, like you never have before?" “Do you want him to see it? Then it was uncomfortable. “Not to bad.” I said. I rubbed a palm down the shape of his erection and he moaned into my mouth causing a cascade of vibrations from my mouth to my clit. God I need cum! He was a tall guy, over six feet, so he loomed over me. He had brown hair and a soul patch on his chin. Somehow, I determined that I was not old enough. Sensing my arousal, and great need he removed my black thong and began to lick small tits and suck my pussy. Ian couldn’t stop the disturbing image of the big boss telling Solo him all this while fucking Wendy from behind. “Oh god.” Mark muttered to himself as he saw what Laura was wearing; a short skirt and a halter top. In fact, all it did was make Holly more aware of the soft noises they made; the heavy breathing, the small amateur gulps of air as they surfaced to breath, and the occasional soft gasp of feminine pleasure that leaked from the indian Lena’s mouth.