The slapping stops for a moment, then a hand lifts her hair all the way up to her neck, gathering it up in a fist, lifting her onto her toes. —
“A little slower,” the Mistress murmers to her partner. Aunty xxx She stands behind and watches the girl bend low at the waist as she ties her shoes, the swollen red lips of her abused pussy showing under her skirt, absolutely immodest and absolutely obedient. “What am I to do with you?”
Their Slave whimpers miserably, knees wobbling with fear at once again being left out in the parking lot wearing nothing but a collar that gives her consent to whoever claims her. “They haven’t given up on me after all!” she thinks, heart singing with hope as she closes the distance, bare feet aching as they slap the pavement, face burning
