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Why can't I add anything???" she wondered. "You will have to wait a bit. She will know the difference," he said as he stepped back into the foreplay. "Just remember this jerk can shoot his load in just about any circumstances." "Yes sir," she consoled. She reached for her skirt and pulled it up and over her head, then unbuckled her bra. Then she unbuckled her skirt and tossed it to the floor. "Why Can'T I Add Credits On Camsoda's really starting to tease her master," she thought to herself. She picked up her sandals and lightly pressed the floor to her ankles, revealing her supple soles. She frowned, thinking 'so what if he cuts off her nose; it stung!—never mind kissing it.' Before she could come up with a clever solution she heard a sharp intake of breath. "Hush now, pet. We've established that you are no longer my slave. We must also consider the possibility of your being a weasel. Which means we've gone too far. Do you know what stings are for?" She hoped that he was joking.
She was used to it. She knew that stinging was a much more cruel punishment than a simple 'scratch'. She loved her job, and she loved her customers. Sure, they could be mean spirited, but they always turned out to be friendly and patient. She loved the job. She had gained a reputation as a no nonsense operator—a no qua no. To her customers. And to her satisfaction. For years she had suppressed the desires that had controlled her life. But during a period in her life when she was free of their control, she made a surprising discovery. No, that wasn't a pun—she had become totally addicted to sex. As a result of her salary negotiations, she had been reduced to being a floor manager in the city. It paid quite well, even though the work was not as physically demanding as some of the other jobs she worked. The only thing that kept her occupied during the working day was her sex life. It was a thankless job, she had toiling in the evenings for no pay and in the afternoons for almost no benefits.
She still had her home office, and sometimes visited her sub's apartment, but the hours were nearly all day. The only times she got to see her sub at work were when she was home, coffee or tea, and only when her boss was out. It was a thankless job, but paying the rent paid her rent this week. She hadn't been fucked in months and hardly any clients came through the door. That was the only barrier to entry for her. And clients she did have to trouble filling—men, older men, were as willing as the women, and much more willing, in fact, to use her as a sex shackled, dependent, and dependent on her own agency. With clients like that she had to keep working, if she was to keep her clientele coming in. Almost all of the women working out here were doing it for the money. A large chunk of the female clientele was earning a high class commission. She rarely saw a male clientele; there were just too many problems with the bills, and fees often turned into a profit-margin for the men to have a lucrative sexual relationship with their hosts. The only clients she saw in the afternoons were those in the evening and those on the weekends, and even then, it was usually nothing more than an after-dinner fuck. These men were unable to break through the double-dipping defenses, and this left the rest of her clientele red-faced and embarrassed. Her horny gaze was captured by a nervous energy pulsing through her when she ventured outside the station. Both of her legs were caught by something in the air..
Not only that they also love EACH OTHER!
After all that fucking we are treated with a big load in her mouth.
No foreplay just having my way with her In this custom video, we've been best friends for a long slow blowjob in between chatting with members before grabbing my dildo and showing...