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  • Finally, I wiped my burning tears and decided I could work up the nerve to do it, just this once. So for a few seconds, he watched me jerk and writhe and reach for the edge of my very life, and indeed, he grabbed me and did the Heimlich. Ah, I wanted to stay in those big strong arms forever, so warm, loving me enough to rescue me. Master AK and Master MT made my first meals, far better than what I’d expected as a slave--ramen, macaroni and cheese, spaghetti. But they fed me when the noodles were still scalding hot, and I couldn’t spit. The goal was to disable my instinct and make it feel more natural for my masters’ commands to reign supreme. “You can do it, Cassie!” Master MT would hiss, huddled up by my side, clutching my trembling hand. That’s not my name, but they said their girls had to have a new one as a mark of their new life. “Swallow!” And they were so proud of me when I did--once I could do it without any signs of resistance, they rewarded me with a fresh tube of lip gloss. How sweet, I thought. I can’t tell you how many masters I had. Surely over a dozen, I think. The next day, a lot of big them got the chance to have some alone time with me, just time to chat and laugh and cuddle. They all told me that they did this because they knew I deserved a happier, more meaningful life than the tiring cycle of academic responsibilities and career ambitions and the thick dreaded uncertainties of young adult life, and you know what? I was genuinely thankful for that, and I told them so! They said Master suck LC, the one in command who went bbw out to work to support the whole slavehouse, knew my name and knew where my family lived, and if my folks ever tried to take me back to my dreadful old life, he would kill them horribly and bring me back where I belong. I didn’t mind because I didn’t even want to leave at this point. I thought things could only get better from there. But I chubby had to reconsider that thought when Master JR administered the final step in my training. He strapped me down on a big plank of wood and told Master TE to get the marked bowl from the fridge. Uh oh. “Now, Cassie, sweetie, you’re going to get really scared. Don’t. You’re okay. These guys can’t hurt you; they just tickle you. Even if you get them in your mouth, it’s fine, not like they’re poisonous or anything. The only hurt they’ll give you is in your mind , and you can control what goes on in there.” He fetched the bowl and unpeeled the lid, revealing a disgusting mass of crawling insects. “I’m timing you. Go five minutes keeping that body still and keeping that pretty little face of yours tits calm, and I’ll let you go.” I admit, I still want to bleach that memory blank from my mind. So many rough legs all over, even in those cracks and crevices where you never want a bug to go. But to my surprise, I did succeed in the first five minutes. “Ive been wanting you so bad”, I said through labored breathes. He even leaned down to whisper in her ear, and whatever he said seemed to give her renewed vigor. I sat there breathing hard, marveling at, not just what she had done, but how she had done tits it. "Oui," she answered happily, before looking around in a slightly confused manner, "Where's your car, little bro?" Lisa’s chair is now a little closer to mine. The party carried on and the drinks were plenty, everything from a self service bar to a row of kegs in the back. Thanks.” Lindsey thick was shocked at the comeback and pissed off. Head down on my desk, she reached back again with both hands, spreading her ass wide, opening her sweet asshole just big a bit. Amy was pulled away from her thoughts as, once again, Cherry started to work her oral magic on Amy's pussy; Oh God Amy thought as Cherry's lips and tongue danced around her pussy, taunting her clit with kisses and chubby licks, a sensual contrast to Lulu's finger in her asshole, fucking it with machinelike bbw precision. The guys and I miss you, you know. Jeni was shaking her shoulder. “Jen, darling I don’t have time now to fuck you silly. She looked pretty tired. The shop was deserted when Misty and Cara pushed their suck way inside. She’s beautiful, sexy and seems to still be interested in us creating a baby together, which I am all in favor of doing. My mind was muddled with the thoughts; should I or shouldn’t I. I needed time to think what I will do. “I guess they are.” I started to sit up and Scarlett propped the pillows behind me. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about two things. Derrick shouted, "I thought we'd have more time than this. Tom reached out to put his right hand on the back of her head. She might be an anal slut just like her beloved brother.” She stood looking at me, pulling down the hem of her skirt and squirming with embarrassment. Juices spilled over my chin. "HEY," he shouted. “I'm so wet and...” She trailed off, seeing our daughter popping off her top.