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Chapter 19
As soon as an exhausted Sarah had disrobed and flopped onto her bed, she fell instantly into a deep sleep. The day’s exertions had taken their toll, but it was a good sleep, as she dreamed of tit-world, and the cellular relaxant continued its relentless work inside her as her bowel and breasts settled into their new shape. Purring softly, she rolled over onto her side, offering her exquisitely tattooed anal flower to gape obscenely at the evening air, as if gasping for breath after it’s earlier assault. Noticing this, an attentive Brutus, who had been sat obediently by the bed guarding his charge, knowing he was not permitted to mount her without the mating collar to which he had been trained to respond attached. As the sphincter gaped, the sexual aroma became too much for him, and he stood and approached the sleeping slut. Sniffing her anus gently, he flicked his massive tongue across her opening, and was pleasantly surprised when it slipped into her rectum with no discernable resistance. Excited by this, he lapped and licked more enthusiastically, as his serpentine tongue drove deeper and deeper into the sleeping slut’s back passage. So well was her anus conditioned now, that, even asleep, her body responded involuntarily to the intrusion, and her anus gaped wider to accommodate the very welcome intruder. Becoming aroused now, her sleep became more shallow, and she reached between her legs and, as if by instinct, moved the bulb of her inflator pump to one side, and opened her legs wider to receive the wonderfully warm attentions of Master Brutus. As she shuffled to give him better access, her labial bells tinkled slightly, and Brutus’s cock immediately throbbed and eased its way out of it’s sheath. Sarah settled down in the new, more accessible position, and the bells went quiet. Brutus calmed a little, and continued his eager tonguing of her back passage, striving to get deeper and into every corner as if he were cleaning a very deep can of dog food out. As he strove to go deeper, his nose touched her gaping flower, and, so wantonly open was she these days, that the first part of his muzzle slid into the warm tunnel, reminding the cellular restructuring chemicals that these anal cells were meant to stay stretched.
As thoughts of the corn snake episode filled her dreams, Sarah remained in her new shallow sleep for most of the night, revelling subconsciously at the marvellous sensations Brutus gave her as she recharged her batteries.
At first light, she woke, and was startled to feel the coldness of Brutus’s nose against her ass. Wondering what was happening, she shook herself awake, and, as realisation she dawned, she flushed with embarrassment not just at what had happened, but at how excited it made her feel.
Maisie, who also was a first light riser, entered her room without knocking, and greeted an eager Brutus.
“Morning slut” she enthused. “I hope Master Brutus gave you pleasant dreams last night” she added, as she patted his head.
“Yes, thank you Mistress Maisie” replied the blushing slut.
“Good- you will be seeing much more of him at night from now. Especially when your anus is declared usable again by the Doc” she teased. “ Now get up and get on with your ablutions quickly-You have a very busy schedule today, and Master Ceebert will be here to inject you in under an hour”.
Shocked by the implication that her rectal healing in some how affected Brutus, but by now way too well trained to disobey, she obediently hopped out of bed to shower and douche. As she vanished into the bathroom, her bells tinkled, and again Brutus gave a throb of excitement before a stern rap on his nose from Maisie calmed him down.
As the clear remnants of the last of her enemas washed down the drain, Sarah patted herself dry, examining her breasts in the mirror. Her slut-nips were as before; brown, engorged and huge, resplendent in their ironmongery. But her actual tits definitely had changed shape. Previously endowed with a firmness that belied her years, then now definitely had a southwards curve to them, and, although the suspension marks, which were in the early bloom of bruising, may have distorted the picture, she was sure they were longer than yesterday. Shocked at the first stage in the ruination of her finest asset, she was startled by how quickly the warm feeling that this was meant to be flooded over her, and she felt a glow of satisfaction at the knowledge that the Africanization of her breasts had begun.
As she exited the shower, Ceebert was in the room, and was already filling syringes ready for her morning medicine. The sight of the hypos being filled and the needles glistening had for some time initiated sexual excitement in the slut, and she felt her anus gape and her nipples throb as they prepared to invenomate her.
During the injection process, speaking in between the moans of pleasure, Ceebert explained the day’s schedule to her
“The cellular restructuring medicine in your breasts and rectum/colon only remains active for 36 hours, after which changes by stretching are not retained. Time is therefore of the essence, so you have a busy day today, slut” he said softly, as he worked his magic with the injections.
“ Get dressed as soon as we are done- just something flimsy and comfortable- you won’t be wearing it for long. Darcy is fixing you breakfast, then we have an appointment at the laundry-we will be there all morning. Once that is completed, I shall take you to the parlor, where you have an appointment with the doctor. As his work on you will be a direct result of reader input, the process will be filmed for members of the site to watch on a pay-per-view basis on demand. It is rather advanced for a simple live web-cam stream-they will happily pay extra to watch this”.
Too rapt in the euphoria of her invenomation to feel shock, she simply nodded meekly, and, as Ceebert finished her medication, she pulled a yellow summer silk dress over her colourful body, slipped her feet into matching yellow high heels, and followed her Master downstairs for breakfast.
Darcy was busy scrambling eggs and frying bacon, resplendent in pink satin and ribbons, but even her impeccable make-up could not hide the fact that she had been crying most of the night. The pink ball gag strapped around her head explained why Sarah had not been awoken by the savagery Paula had dispensed through the night, but the heavy weights that swing from her genitals just below the hemline of her pink satin babydoll gave a hint as to what she had experienced whilst her wife slept blissfully.
Finishing her breakfast, washed down with cold orange juice and a good tumbler of Master Teddy’s special cream, Sarah followed Ceebert out to the pimpmobile, bidding everyone farewell except Darcy, who she now found eminently ignorable.
Leroy was sat in the back seat.Bidding him good morning, she slipped in next to him. As Ceebert started the engine and slipped away into the traffic, Sarah, without waiting to be told, knelt down beside Leroy, unzipped his fly, and the neighbours were treated to the now familiar sight of her dreadlocked head slipping into his lap, as she spent the entire journey worshipping his massive tackle, licking and sucking the giant purple head and nibbling and tongue-bathing his massive sacks before starting the relentless slide of her crimson lips down his mighty shaft, as her throat gradually engulfed his magnificence. Stroking her hair in admiration, Leroy exercised well practiced control, as he delayed his mighty ejaculation until Ceebert turned into the trading estate with the laundry building, at which point he blew a mighty double bag-load down the slut’s slender neck with a grunt. Squealing around his shaft in gratitude, the slut used her throat muscles to milk every last drop of nectar from her Master before slowly easing her head off the pole, kissing the tip in gratitude, and cheekily licking the last vestige of his delivery from the eye of his cock before zipping him up and thanking him for his gift.
Ceebert parked up, and the two giants flanked the petite beauty as they entered the double doors above which was the sign “Rufus’s Steam laundry”
Walking into the factory, a wave of heat hit them as the energy from steam irons, presses, and the like filled the air.
“Rufus and the team have gone hi-tech now, but they still do some laundry the old fashioned way-by hand” explained Leroy as they passed through the main area into a quieter back room. In this room there was a large wooden washtub, wooden washboards, and a huge iron mangle for drying. At the rear of the room was a rinsing tub, around which two stocky black men were working. As they rinsed the clothes that they had just hand-washed, they rolled the wet garments into twists, and then Sarah witnessed something that explained her visit here, and scared her greatly. Each of the stocky men bunched their clothing bundles tighter and tighter, in an effort to extract more and more moisture from the cloth. As they squeezed tighter and tighter, their mighty biceps flexed and bulged to obscene proportions, and Sarah realised that, having been doing this for most of their lives, these two powerhouses probably possessed some of the most powerful forearms around.
“Yo, Rufus, Eric- wassup?” boomed Ceebert in greeting.
Looking up from their work both men’s faces spilt into broad smiles as they exchanges greetings with Sarah’s Masters
“This the slut?” asked one
“Yep-this is Sarah-isn’t she magnificent?” replied Leroy
“Sure is, man- we’ll be happy to help you “, smiled the other- “can we see the goods?”
“Sure thing man” enthused Ceebert, and, gripping the hem of her dress, he slowly unwrapped the beauty before their eyes. Gasping and muttering as her bells, then her inflation bulb were exposed, they became ever more animated as her tattoos slowly burst into view, and were positively excited as her breasts, with the mighty modified cookies sprung loose.
Both men enthusiastically approached her and began handling her chest like a butcher does a joint of meat, weighing it, squeezing it to check it’s texture, and basically mauling her bosom to their heart’s content.
“These are pretty special-you sure you wanna do this?” asked Rufus
“ Yep-it’s important her breasts are tribalized, and it must be done now so the stretching is preserved” said Ceebert firmly.
“OK dude-you got it- you’ll need to remove all the furniture though”
Nodding, Ceebert led Sarah to a wooden beam at the end of the room, and had her present her breasts to the beam. It was a little high, a small stool was found for her to stand on. Now the beam sat snugly under her chest, supporting the mighty mounds in what roughly used to be their shape prior to yesterday. As Ceebert busied himself removing the stretchers, and then unscrewing the balls from her barbells and removing them, the laundry boys set about tying Sarah’s arms firmly to the beam in a cruciform arrangement, adding a waist strap to the upright that ran between her legs up to the beam.
With the recent invenomation still making her cookies alive with toxin, she purred at the sensations as he worked on her slut-nips, but when she was finally devoid of jewellery, she looked down at her naked teats and felt a dreadful sense of loss-she hated them this plain, and craved the moment when they would be refitted.
Once done, Ceebert stood back to admire the slut. Fishing in his pocket, he pulled out two pink leather cinches that looked rather like army gaiters, or very long wrist cuffs these were fully six inches long, and could be laced tight by a series of robust eyelets along their length.
“We want her to leave here with these fitted and fully laced-think you can manage it, guys?” teased Leroy
As the two stocky muscle men approached the bound beauty, Winston and Leroy departed, saying they would be back at lunchtime to collect her.
As the door closed, the laundrymen seemed to focus on the task, and taking one breast each, they started slowly kneading the tit-meat as if to tenderise it prior to preparation.
Mighty black hands closed around each globe and the kneading became squeezing-not quickly, but gradually and firmly. As the minutes ticked by, the powerful hands crushed deeper into her chest meat, and she found herself slipping back into the blissful place that she had named tit-world only yesterday. Harder and harder the massive hands crushed, ground and pulled her tit-flesh away from her chest, stretching it irreparably. Despite the tenderness caused by the bruising from yesterday, and the now quite brutal manipulation, she found her nipples responding to the stimulus, and they began throbbing in time with the crushing. She found herself gasping and moaning with pleasure, as the laundrymen looked at each other in astonishment. Redoubling their efforts in response to her reaction, they now squeezed and stretched with all their might, as hands strengthened by many years of hand-laundry permanently changed the landscaping of her breasts, and, after an hour, extracted an orgasm from the slut the intensity of which astonished them all. As her anus spasmed in rapture, she screamed at them to ruin her slut tits. Spurred on by this, the laundrymen changed tactics, and started wringing her tits in a corkscrew method, just as they would dry a wet towel. This brought a new level of pain, and, as she descended deeper still into tit world, her anal orgasms became more frequent, and she begged the brutes to ruin her some more. Finally, as the laundrymen actually twisted her tits with both hands as hard as they could, the veins on their forearms standing out as they would when drying the most stubborn of clothing, her spasms merged into one, continuous super-orgasm, and she screamed loudly before passing out.
Looked amazedly at one another, Rufus and Eric admired their handiwork and took a well-earned rest while the slut recovered. Nearly 90 minutes of their best attentions had turned Sarah’s breast meat into a mass of purple, swollen flesh, but there was no doubting the change that had occurred. Her once magnificent melons now hung down several inches over the beam. The process had started!
As she slowly came round, they offered her a glass of water, and then slowly undid her bonds. Looking down at her chest as they untied her, she gasped at the change; happy that this was her Master’s wishes, but shocked at the level of modification achieved.
Sitting her down in a chair, Rufus cupped one breast lovingly, noticing it’s heat- but also noticing a new, pillowy softness to the meat that was not previously evident. It appeared they had tenderised her as well as stretched her. Picking up one of the leather cinches, Rufus lifted the breast by the nipple, and, cupping the unlaced cinch under the tit, be offered the breast meat to the leather cuff like the filling to a taco. Gathering the pink leather laces, he pulled them tight, and then tighter still. The breast elongated as was intended, but the swelling of the recently abused flesh stopped the cuff lacing fully closed as was required. Finding the other the same, the laundrymen had a quick offstage discussion, before agreeing on an apparent solution. Helping Sarah from the chair, they led her across to the old mangle. Gasping in shock, she froze in her steps.
“Sorry to do this to you, slut, but our orders are to have you laced fully into those cinches. We got a bit carried away with our massaging, thanks to your response, and they are a bit swollen now-but the mangle will sort that out. Be brave-it’s for the greater good” explained Eric, as the terrified slut tried to get her head around the fact that they were actually going to put her breasts through those rollers.
Telling her inner self that it was a vital part of the rehabilitation, she trembled, as the laundrymen laced both cinches as tight as they could. In each case, about an inch of breast meat was still exposed at the seam.
Eric opened the jaws of the mangle, as Rufus led her forward, and placed her left cookie on the roller. Lowering the other roller, he wound it down until the meat was quite flat. Then, locking the roller in place, Eric slowly turned the big handle, and Sarah’s left breast was drawn between the jaws and rolled slowly flat, as Rufus fed the meat in, and pulled on the leather laces as hard as he could. Sarah screamed, as pain like she had never imagined shot through her chest. Way to intense to trigger sexual pleasure, this was the most focussed pain she had ever experienced. As her boob went through the mangle, she saw Rufus’s arms move, as the laces went perceptibly tighter. By the time her ribs rested against the roller, the gap was half gone. Biting her lip for the inevitable reverse journey, she screamed again as Eric turned the handle in the reverse direction and her tit-meat was fed back through the dreadful rollers to freedom. Pulling hard on the laces, and feeding her cookie back through the machine, Rufus finally drew the laces tight enough to close the gap shut, and Sarah’s left breast was now tightly cinched in six inches of pink leather. Knotting the laces tightly, she was made to stand for inspection. Still sobbing from the pain, she looked down and saw her breast, beautifully framed in pink, now six inches longer than it used to be, pointing almost straight to the ground. A swell of pride rushed over her- this was how her masters wanted her to look, and was how she was destined to look. Suddenly the pain was forgotten. She thanked the laundrymen enthusiastically for their gift, and asked them to make the other one match.
Astonished and impressed by this, they repeated the process with the right orb, and, as her screams relented, she stood before them with two beautifully leather bound breasts- now more gourds than orbs, resplendent in six inches of cinch.
She looked amazing! As the sat and took coffee while they awaited her Master’s return, they chatted like old friends.
When Ceebert and Leroy entered, Sarah leapt to her feet and skipped happily to greet them, eager to show off her modifications.
Lifting them to feel their weight and new form, both Masters cooed approval, and Ceebert rather lovingly refitted her nipple jewellery and stretchers, and then gave her the yellow silk dress to don. As it slipped over her multicoloured skin, the difference was amazing- her cookie furniture was no longer so obvious under the silk, as it now pointed downwards what was obvious, however was that fact that her breasts were in permanent bondage- even a casual observer could see that, and that thrilled them all.
As Sarah thanked the laundrymen for their gifts, Ceebert explained that they were on a tight schedule, so the reward of use of her mouth and throat that would normally follow such proceedings would have to wait- but he arranged an evening later in the week for them to visit the house and claim their just deserves.
As they exited the building and headed to the pimpmobile, Sarah found she loved the way her new gourds swung under her dress, and drank in the glances that most passers by shot her way. The pain she had experienced now long dismissed as a necessary loss….in fact, she chose to ignore the fact that the pain that had been so unbearable as they rolled her first breast flat had actually started to give familiar twinges in her anus as they finally laced her second gourd tight. Was there no limit to the depths of depravity she was prepared to go to in order to experience pleasure?
As the pimpmobile slipped across town to the tattoo parlor, Sarah was so busy enthusing to her masters about her new gourds that she quite forgot her next assignment- a visit to the doctor that was radical enough to justify pay per view attention?
Climbing the stairs to the suite above the parlor, Sarah was unsurprised to see Masters Teddy and Winston there, along with another, smaller black guy who she assumed was the doctor?
Purring with delight as they felt the weight of her gourds under her silk dress, the slut marvelled for the umpteenth time at the way Master Teddy’s voice reduced her to jelly in one sentence-the Complyormone conditioning remained very deep indeed.
With time still being of the essence, as the cellular disruptor in her body drew to the end of it’s potency, Winston had her undress and sit in the articulated chair with the stirrups, now surrounded by lighting and recording equipment; whilst he introduced the doctor as Gilbert.
As the doctor busied himself setting up his equipment, and the other Masters put the finishing touches to the lighting and cameras that would capture the imminent event, Teddy started explaining.
“ Have you ever heard of memory foam, Sarah- or memory springs? Both are used in the bedding industry. The premise is that foam, metal, or anything else can be programmed with a memory so that given the right conditions, such as temperature, it always returns to it’s predefined shape. Well. it can now be done with plastics. This is one litre of memory plastic, programmed to become spherical at temperatures below Farenheit 180. As you can see, it looks like a plastic ball the size of a large grapefruit. However, when it is heated to around farenheit200- just below the boiling point of water, it becomes liquid”
To demonstrate, he pulled a glass beaker out of the microwave containing a yellow fluid. He dipped his finger in it to show that, although hot, it was just about bearable.
“Now if I draw some into this syringe, and then eject it into this dish at room temperature, watch what happens”
As the ebony giant emptied the syringe into the dish, the liquid pooled, but then as it cooled, it slowly gathered itself together to take the form of a ball, about the size of an M&M.
Passing the now cool bead to Sarah, he continued
“It took 10cc of memory plastic to make that bead, Sarah. There is enough liquid left for 99 more. You do not need me to remind you that your principle duty to us is to make your anus available to be used in whatever way we choose, and that it is your destiny to make such use as pleasurable as possible, am I right?”
As she nodded in enthusiastic agreement, he produced a long large gleaming steel medical instrument. Sarah recognised immediately it as a speculum, but unlike the one they had used on her yesterday to facilitate the deep anal injections of the cellular disruptor, this one had holes all down the blades.
“ This is a skeleton speculum, Sarah- a veterinary one, as your anus is clearly way beyond regular human dimensions now. Doctor Gilbert is going to lace you into the stirrups, and open you wide. He is then going to insert this massive skeleton speculum 15 inches into your rectum. That done, he is going to inject the walls of your anus 99 times with 10cc plastic doses. These will turn into permanent balls that will adorn the walls of the first 15 inches of your back passage for ever. If you are feeling you have seen them before, then you have- the same process was used on the shaft of my cock (he smiled inwardly at this point, knowing that the slut was still unaware that his organ was emblazoned in mirror image on her back). The heat of the liquid will sterilise the area, and being introduced through a smallish needle it should heal instantly We will however, add antibiotics to your nipple injections for a week just in case. Doctor G feels that in 48 hours your anus will have recovered from the stretching, will have adjusted to it’s new size, and will be sufficiently healed to be declared fully open for use again. The doctor will wear a webcam and a light on his head so that no detail of the process is missed-do you understand?”
Gulping as she took all this in, Sarah fought the fear that rose inside her. Master Teddy was right- it was her duty to make her anus as exciting as possible for her black Masters, and this was therefore a privilege, not a task. Fighting her dread of having hot liquid plastic injected into her bowel wall, she said “Yes Master- thank you for explaining, and thank you for this singular honour”
Never ceasing to be impressed by her compliance, Teddy wondered not for the first time if they had underestimated quite how far they could take this project- besides, the income from “Deep Inside Sarah” was now huge, and he had already been pondering ways to reinvest it in her development.
As they strapped her into the stirrups, and ratcheted them as wide as they would go, the chair was tipped back, offering her gaping, tattooed anus to the cameras and the doctor in the most obscene manner possible.
She felt the warmth of the lights as they sprang into life, and the doctor approached. As this was not broadcast live, Teddy did not give a commentary- that would be dubbed on later.
Doctor G applied KY to the large, equine sized speculum, and slowly eased it into her gaping orifice. After yesterday’s stretching, and her now natural tendency to gape when excited, the first few inches slid in rather easily. Indeed, it was an easy passage for the first foot, until he reached the bend that meant he was exiting her rectum and entering her colon. After some twisting and manipulating, the bend straightened out, and the full 15 inches was home. Collapsed, the skeleton speculum was only around 2 inches wide- easy now for Sarah- but it opened to fully 5 inches, as that was the sort of aperture required for horse insemination and the like. Had she not been injected with the cellular restructuring drug, he would only have opened it to perhaps 3 ½ inches but….why not, the slut seems to have no limits? As he turned the screw and the blades of the speculum opened wider and wider, the webcam captured her anal tunnel gaping wider than ever before. As he passed 4 inches, he felt the girl tremble, and her muscles started to spasm, but no cries or protests, so he pushed on, slowly and carefully; but relentlessly!
Sarah thought that she was going to split in half-this was a new width even for her; but although she was afraid he might damage her, the fact that her anus was now being stretched to implausible proportions to please her public excited her beyond belief, and as the doctor went for the last inch, she found herself urging him on, despite the sweat cascading down her brow.
Amazed at her compliance, Doctor G wound the screw fully home and stood back to see- her anal ring gaped 5 inches wide at him, the rose stretched beyond recognition, and with the light on his head, he could see more than a foot into her body. The internet were going to go crazy over this.
Satisfied that she was as open as she could be, he fixed a three inch needle onto a large glass syringe, which was marked in graduations of 10cc. He drew 80cc of the hot plastic into the hypo, and approached the slut’s anal opening. Pricking the wall of her anus just below the opening, he squeezed exactly 10 cc slowly into the intestinal wall. Sarah yelped at the sudden hot feeling, but decided it was bearable. Watching the entry site carefully, Doctor G watched the liquid cool to her body temperature, as it gathered itself into the spherical bead that would forever line her anal tunnel. The skeleton structure of the speculum allowed for 8 injections every inch, so he quickly worked his way around the ring that formed the very entrance to her body, delivering 7 more hot beads .
Pleased with his work he changed the needle for a four inch one, drew another 80cc,and made the second ring of eight just over an inch inside her body.
Working his way relentlessly into her bowel, he made four more rings in good time, each of 8 beads as he finished the last ring, using a 7 inch needle, he noticed that the wall of her bowel was starting to spasm, making accurate placement of the implants difficult. Assuming it was nervous reaction or cramping, he gave her a moment or two to relax, as he filled the next charge via the 8 inch needle. Starting work on the sixth ring, he found the spasms getting stronger, and then understood why, as the mother of all anal orgasms ripped through the slut’s body. The process of having hot plastic implanted in her anal wall by injection whilst filmed for a paying audience had pushed her over the edge into euphoria-this slut was unbelievable.
It was however, impossible to carry on with her spasming like this- he had to administer muscle relaxant to continue. Filling a fresh syringe with a generous dose of Diazepam, he went to inject it into her buttock, when Winston stopped him.
“Not there, Doc-why spoil her fun?” he laughed, and took the syringe from him. Giving it to Sarah, and explaining why it was needed, she nodded, and, as Winston lifted one of her cinched breasts off her chest and into the air, the Doctor watched open jawed as the slut injected it into her own nipple, her eyes glazing with pleasure as she did so.
Gradually her orgasmic spasms died down, and he resumed the implantation process. Eventually the twelfth row went in, using a 15 inch amniocentesis needle. The slut actually had stimulation balls in the wall of her colon as well as her rectum now- the guys at medical college would never believe it!
The Masters lingered over the finished orifice, dwelling on it from different angles and different lighting aspects for the cameras before Doctor G wound the monster speculum shut and removed it. Sarah gasped as she felt every one of her new implants bump as the steel passed over it- it felt very erotic indeed. They were about to end the recording, when the Doc commented that there were still 3 doses of plastic left ,that would go to waste if not used soon. Thinking on his feet, he whispered something to Teddy, who agreed enthusiastically. Still with the 15 inch needle attached he drew the last 3 shots into the syringe, as Winston stationed himself by the slut’s head and had her open wide. Too excited and devoted to do anything other than comply, she stretched her lovely crimson mouth wide, and the fiendishly inventive doctor injected both sides of the opening to her throat with 10cc, as Winston reassuringly stroked her head to calm her. As a final touch, the last 10cc went in the very tip of her tongue. Now mouth and throat service would be implant assisted as well as anal!
As they released the slut from the stirrups and sat her up, the Masters broke into a spontaneous round of applause- she had exceeded even their widest expectations of her today, and they were rightly proud of her.
As the exhausted slut thanked the Doctor for his gifts, Winston assured him that he too, could visit the house soon for his rewards. He again insisted that she should take 48 hours to recover before anal use, and packed his gear way happily, looking forward to meeting her when fully fit.
They helped Sarah dress, as she was still woozy from the Diazepam, and then helped her to the pimpmobile. As Ceebert drove her home, Winston told her that she was to rest up for two days and take it easy. No anal, but she was still to be available in other ways, should anyone happen by the house. As if to emphasize his point, he gave her a large, high quality lip gloss in deep brown, suggesting that she wear it for the next couple of days?
Author’s note: Chapter 19 was inspired by reader suggestion. More suggestions mean more Chapters. Keep those ideas coming in, especially for more tattoos?
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