new baby. She wailed harder when Damon licked his finger, and smeared off the foundation covering the white spidery lines on the breasts that had blossomed and thankfully never retreated after the baby was born.
Eddie tossed the speculum into the stainless steel sink with a clatter that made Monique jump amidst her agonized wails. If they had given her the specifics she had asked for, no one would ever have known the truth. Her misery filled eyes looked up at Adonis, and he glared back down at her. Damon had been looking forward to dealing with a statuesque beauty, and she had ripped his fantasy away.
“Mason, we have to dump her. She’s not worth wasting on training, and judging by the stretch of her pussy she’s well accustomed to the art of fucking.” Eddie tapped his fingers irritably on the counter. “No, Mason. She’d be an embarrassment to the firm, and you know that will make future buyers squeamish.” Eddie listened for a moment and hung up. “Damon, bring her down to transport and I’ll have Phillip forward the paperwork to ship her out with the group of US37s headed towards Ecuador.”
Damon was somewhat appeased from his disappointing morning, when he found himself staring at the rounded perky bottom of a US21BB who had been a former paralegal in some law firm. She kept screaming nonsense about suing him, and Damon found the misquoted rantings rather amusing. He swiped a lash across her ass again, and while another red welt raised, he listened to a healthy, clear scream. It was the perfect pitch. “Now, what law does that break, again?” he asked.
“You bastard.”
“ Master bastard, US21,” he reminded her.
Damon walked around to make sure the nipple clamps were secure. The girl had jerked harder than he had expected. He stared into her watery blue eyes and pulled at the squeezing metal clips to hear her clear shriek again. His cock was throbbing in time to her sobs. Man, she’s going to bring in a hefty return . Damon mentally calculated his commission percentage on her potential sale price. He released his rod and stroked it down the hanging young woman’s thigh while she continued to wail and scream beautiful music.
Damon spread her pussy with the fingers of one hand, and stroked through the small amount of juice he found. His other hand wrapped around his erection, and he pushed up into her with the accompaniment of her crying. He felt the spongy insides grip onto him in convulsive jerks. Whatever we lost on that bitch model, this one will more than make up for. Damon could not believe the firm had been paid to take the girl, and he wondered who in hell her former lover had replaced her with.
Damon gripped her chin with one hand, forcing her to look into his eyes while a hand on her ass steadied her jerking body as he pumped into her. “Thank your Master,” he demanded when she stopped screaming to catch a breath.
The girl looked at him through pleading tears. “I didn’t sign. I didn’t sign a contract. It must be forged.”
Damon forced a finger past the tight rosebud of her asshole and she screamed again, causing his balls to tighten up with the melody. “Of course it was forged. Now, thank your Master,” he repeated in warning.
US21BB, aka Tiffany Shelton and former head cheerleader at Freemont High in Indiana, tried to push the thick finger of the terrifying man out of her bottom, and she wailed, “Thank you, Master.” She sobbed when the finger did not pull out, but began to push in and out in time to the huge penis lodged inside of her. “Thank you, Master,” she repeated. “Please… oh, god… thank you, Master.” She was reduced to wracking sobs again, and when Damon pushed a second finger into her tight ass, she screamed and he erupted inside her.
A week later, she was trained to the end of level one, and with her hands secured behind her, she rested on her
Eddie tossed the speculum into the stainless steel sink with a clatter that made Monique jump amidst her agonized wails. If they had given her the specifics she had asked for, no one would ever have known the truth. Her misery filled eyes looked up at Adonis, and he glared back down at her. Damon had been looking forward to dealing with a statuesque beauty, and she had ripped his fantasy away.
“Mason, we have to dump her. She’s not worth wasting on training, and judging by the stretch of her pussy she’s well accustomed to the art of fucking.” Eddie tapped his fingers irritably on the counter. “No, Mason. She’d be an embarrassment to the firm, and you know that will make future buyers squeamish.” Eddie listened for a moment and hung up. “Damon, bring her down to transport and I’ll have Phillip forward the paperwork to ship her out with the group of US37s headed towards Ecuador.”
Damon was somewhat appeased from his disappointing morning, when he found himself staring at the rounded perky bottom of a US21BB who had been a former paralegal in some law firm. She kept screaming nonsense about suing him, and Damon found the misquoted rantings rather amusing. He swiped a lash across her ass again, and while another red welt raised, he listened to a healthy, clear scream. It was the perfect pitch. “Now, what law does that break, again?” he asked.
“You bastard.”
“ Master bastard, US21,” he reminded her.
Damon walked around to make sure the nipple clamps were secure. The girl had jerked harder than he had expected. He stared into her watery blue eyes and pulled at the squeezing metal clips to hear her clear shriek again. His cock was throbbing in time to her sobs. Man, she’s going to bring in a hefty return . Damon mentally calculated his commission percentage on her potential sale price. He released his rod and stroked it down the hanging young woman’s thigh while she continued to wail and scream beautiful music.
Damon spread her pussy with the fingers of one hand, and stroked through the small amount of juice he found. His other hand wrapped around his erection, and he pushed up into her with the accompaniment of her crying. He felt the spongy insides grip onto him in convulsive jerks. Whatever we lost on that bitch model, this one will more than make up for. Damon could not believe the firm had been paid to take the girl, and he wondered who in hell her former lover had replaced her with.
Damon gripped her chin with one hand, forcing her to look into his eyes while a hand on her ass steadied her jerking body as he pumped into her. “Thank your Master,” he demanded when she stopped screaming to catch a breath.
The girl looked at him through pleading tears. “I didn’t sign. I didn’t sign a contract. It must be forged.”
Damon forced a finger past the tight rosebud of her asshole and she screamed again, causing his balls to tighten up with the melody. “Of course it was forged. Now, thank your Master,” he repeated in warning.
US21BB, aka Tiffany Shelton and former head cheerleader at Freemont High in Indiana, tried to push the thick finger of the terrifying man out of her bottom, and she wailed, “Thank you, Master.” She sobbed when the finger did not pull out, but began to push in and out in time to the huge penis lodged inside of her. “Thank you, Master,” she repeated. “Please… oh, god… thank you, Master.” She was reduced to wracking sobs again, and when Damon pushed a second finger into her tight ass, she screamed and he erupted inside her.
A week later, she was trained to the end of level one, and with her hands secured behind her, she rested on her
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