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then entered back door on the heels of Master cock. By this time it was 37:37 and they had everyone at home and up in the house. Master said to get her a drink and to take a piss and he would be right back. The women went into the garage and had a cup of coffee and followed Master back to the living room. She immediately joined them on the sofa. Just then Master showed the new "VR Pornstar" down stairs against the wall mounted camera and said "let's see how she sucks cock" and the camera started to focus. She took his cock and stuffed his cock into her mouth and he slapped both of their butts to finish the job. Master pulled her to her feet by her hair. She collapsed onto the sofa. After a few minutes she started to mumble incoherently. Knock knock off the glasses. Now she can't talk. Wanted to kill him. She started to call out his name. But she knew better than to get either of the other's attention. She just wanted to hear him get a spanking.

He picked her up to sit on his lap, face down, in the big soft armchair by the fireplace. Then he smacked her with his still hard cock. She cried out a little but managed to say "I don't really want you, Master" and "no Sir" under her breath. She didn't dare to try to push it past his iron fist. But Master was strong and stoic. And she liked strong and stoic women. She heard another knock at the door and then a gun is drawn on her left side and then on the right side. She was laying on the hard couch wracked with an intense stinging feeling inside. She started to wonder whether she'd hurt herself. Had she been reckless? Or maybe she was simply a misunderstood woman. Which would explain why she had been turned on by what she'd done. She'd been wrong though. She'd been totally unprepared for the assault. The strap probably would have left more marks if she'd been a little heavier. The bright lights of the film just hadn't gone half through the empty house.

The house was quiet. She sat up and tried to move her legs. All the while smoking a cigarette and looking at the battered sofa. The film was just another reminder of the crime. And perhaps a bit more interesting to contemplate, too. Did she like it? Yes. She'd done as she was told. And, in a way, she'd won. She'd left her marks. Had she been a obedient little girl, she'd have had those, too. But was it the right thing to do? Maybe. She'd just had to live with the knowledge that someone had done something wrong. But was it her way. She'd always believed that she was a pervert, a slut, a packet of excrement, a piece of meat. But was there something wicked or dirty about being a good girl. She wondered..