Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mistress Anna was waiting for her delinquent student named Tiffany. Tiffany dressed extra sleazy today to the point where her kilt was so short that her ass cheeks and her garter straps showed. She loved to show off in front of the boys. Mistress Anna tapped her foot as she waited for her.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mistress Anna found a new Sissy Slut slave. She caged her, diapered her, and dressed her up in a French maid latex outfit. She ordered her to do chores all around the house.
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
“Julie, I need a woman.” Whispered his weary, mature voice. He went on to tell me that he has been married for many years. His wife has zero interest in sex. He’s tried everything to make her happy. But she’s not. It’s been years since they’ve been intimate. But he has not cheated on her. And he has no desire to physically have sex with anyone else. He’s fine with experimenting by himself.
But he misses the sensual voice of a sexy woman whispering in his ear. Having someone to chat with and send sexy emojis back and forth and flirt with to get him aroused is what he dreams of. His wife doesn’t even want to communicate with him. She’s heard all of his stories a million times and she just doesn’t care anymore. He would love to have someone that cares about his stories, what he’s been through, and how his day is going. Someone that looks forward to talking to him. A woman that gets excited when she hears his voice on the other line. One that can’t wait to learn more about him. His favorite foods, movies, music, colors, hobbies, interests, and more.
Kinky Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306
Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466
I have a delightful fantasy that’s been on my mind for days that I would like your help with. Hopefully you are up for the task. I’ve heard you follow directions well, so I think you might be the perfect fit. Only time will tell. To start, I want you to meet me on the rooftop of where I live. There will be a nice setup waiting for us. Think blankets and pillows laid out, snacks and drinks at fingertips reach. You will be wearing a suit, and I will be wearing the cutest little skirt and top.
Now let me tell you a little bit about what it is I want from you…
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mistress Anna was waitressing at the casino again, when she noticed a weak, fragile soul. He was sitting by the bar looking fragile. She crept up to him and tippy toed her fingers alongside his back, startling him.
Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
I strut around the two-foot-tall cage in the middle of my room. The farel beast inside has only enough room to turn around on its knees. I grin down at it as its hungry gaze follows me when I go around. It’s drooling, mouth just watering for a taste of my cock. “Are you hungry, you filthy pet?” It grunts and nods.
Its grubby fingers wrap around the cage bars and rattles the thing as if in an attempt to escape. “Mmm, you aren’t going anywhere till you break,” I remind the beast and get close enough for a string of precum to drip from the head of my cock, down between the bars, where it splatters on my pet’s waiting tongue. “You’ll be good this time?”
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mistress Anna hired a new secretary. He was overqualified, and very capable, but most of all he wanted to work for Mistress Anna more than anything in the world. She said she expected him to act, work, and dress a certain way. Without even asking, he agreed to all the terms.
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Mary – 1844-332-2639 x 350
I had been spending so much time with my students, teaching them all types of naughty things, that I needed a much-needed break. Since my husband was still away on business, probably slipping his cock in his secretary, I decided to have a spa day and retreat at home. When I arrived back home from the spa, I noticed my new neighbors settling in. Their son, who looks like he’s barely legal, seems to enjoy watching me. Today, as I pulled into the driveway, I could feel someone looking at me. Lo and behold, there he was, in his shorts with a clearly visible erection.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
The echo of my heels on the linoleum had everyone looking in our direction. A tiny pink leash dangled from my fingers, the matching collar locked tight around Jon’s neck. He wore a black sports coat and slacks, no shirt. His sexy chest and abs were on display as I totted him through the nail salon.
Older women gasped, and younger ones giggled. The little nail techs leaned into each other to whisper about the two of us in a language I couldn’t understand. It didn’t matter, though. It was nail day, and nail day is my favorite fucking day.