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You know that right.” “I know Miss.” Jason dropped his pencil and bent down to retrieve it. Looking under Graces desk in front of him, he could clearly see the deep split between her thighs, and his spunk glistening wetly upon it. Grace had decided to bring the day to a close at that point, and having changed her top, which was no less revealing than the last, went to see Max, who thanked her for a job well done, but insisted that the rest of Jason`s tests be completed the following day, on what should have been her Hardcore day off. More than little pissed, Grace returned to her room where she showered, and considered what to wear for the evenings buffet. Both dresses she had been supplied with were obscene, and indian consisted of little more than black PVC panels, held together with string and the occasional strap. What the fuck does it matter? Grace thought to herself. She had been felt up by Max, Brunette seen her first hard cock, and been covered from head to foot in Jason`s spunk, so what the fuck did it matter if someone caught a glimpse of her tits? Determinedly, she chose the more amateur extreme of the two outfits. “Grace, you look absolutely stunning.” said Max greeting her at the buffet. “Yes, you look the perfect slut. I`m so proud of you Grace.” Added Lavinia. Grace nodded self-consciously, perfectly aware that every voyeur eye in the room was upon her. “Look around the room Grace.” Said Max, aware of her embarrassment. “All the men want to fuck you, and all of the women want you in their beds. Your virginity could be at risk tonight.” Grace shuddered at the thought. The dress, or fetish wear, as Grace liked to call it, appeared to be two large rectangular sheets of black PVC, held loosely together at the sides by black string, and showing plenty of flesh. The bodice barely covered her nipples and squashed her tits firmly against her chest forming a deep cleavage and causing her tits to bulge out the top of the dress and out the sides. And with the dress barely covering her crotch, very little was left to the imagination. “Max!” Said an elderly gentleman walking over to join them. “Is this the lovely Grace, we`re allowed to admire but not fuck?” “It is indeed.” Replied Max. “You look ravishing Grace.” Said the man kissing her hand. “Max, would it be improper of me to feel the girl’s ass under her dress? “Not at all Bertrand, go right ahead.” Grace froze, and was mortified, as the man flipped up the back of her dress and openly caressed her bottom, exposing it to the entire room. “Wonderfully firm. Does she work out Max? “I swim.” Answered Grace suddenly. “Well my dear.” Continued the man. “As soon as Max here, has popped your cherry, you must join me and my wife in our room. We will be more than happy to further your education.” I shivered in response, feeling the first hints of a resurging quivering begin to bubble in my belly. I looked at them then lifted one leg over giving them a great view of my pussy. She felt a pure joy, cheek to cheek with Liana, whom she loved. Guess I'll have to see if there is any indian left in here," Mary said as she went down on my limp dick. She whimpered, her tongue dueling with mine. Every glide of her clit Hardcore across mine sent amateur sparks showering through me. My eyes squeezed shut. With a Brunette violent shove the captor's foot knocked the poor girl onto her back helplessly, her legs naturally falling wide to brace her and exposing her crotch to him. “Big futa-cock!” Then she cried out in Japanese. Her body acted like a conduit for the artefact at her hand. Shelly hesitated for a moment, but I think she was feeling sorry for me, finally she said “Alright, but you got to promise you’ll be careful.” Deciding to act, I leap at her from my hiding place and wrap the garrote around her delicate neck. Both sides filed briefs with the court. Frank's cock started going soft and slipped from her pussy followed by a stream of her juices and his cum making a large wet spot on the covers of the bed. “Good girl, Fifty-One.” Mistress Leveria said as she stroked my piss-soaked hair, “Look into my eyes while you taste me. Look deeply into my eyes.” And don’t ever say my name. It was a naughty pair, cut to hold my huge futa-cock. “You will do exactly as you are told” he replied sternly, a note of genuine anger creeping into his voice. “Give it a rest; you’re turning into some sort of nymphomaniac.” voyeur She stayed naked when she sat down on her Throne.