She knelt on the pedestal motionless, her eyes closed, listening dispassionately as the audience discussed her naked elegance. Every week club members offered up their wives as prizes, and she was lot number six, the star prize. The winning bidder would c...
It was mental agony. The bitch had been trained to edge daily as much as she could save for special days. Her cunt burned to be touched. Used. Yet this. Denied. Exposed. All because she let herself cum on a day that she wasn’t allowed to. It didn’t matter...
I tried to maintain my temper, gritting my teeth and keeping my voice low and calm. "Miss Winslow," I announced with displeasure, the pace of my words steady and even. "If you need the attention that badly, please move to the front of the row. There is an...
