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You kids are definitely going to the Bahamas for the summer.” We all went back to the living room so Jeff could dress himself. Before leaving, he gave my wife a big, open mistress mouthed kiss, then told us he’d be in touch. He told us to, “be ready to board a private jet out of Stapleton on the first of the month. Pack lightly. You only need clothing for travel to and from the island.” By the time the cookies were ready, 15 minutes had passed and Tara barely noticed. The smell of fresh baked bdsm pastries had made its way into the living room humiliation and cat calls were being sent her way by her fanbase. They laughed and ordered her to bring her cookies out to them. So she straightened her pathetic maid apron as best she could, put the cookies submission on a plate and strode into the living room in her fuck me pumps. They owned the living room now, playing video games, smoking and drinking, no coasters, no ashtrays and no manners. "Hey guys, can you please not make a mess?" She pleaded with them. They laughed. "Tell you what, Mrs. Benson. Why don't you come over here and feed me one of those cookies? Make sure I don't drop any crumbs." He patted his domination lap to encourage her. Tara was beyond caring that she was more than half naked. She simply did as was asked of her, stepping around the coffee table and sitting in his lap. One of his hands cupped her ass cheek as she laid it in his grip and the other tugged her apron so he could admire her perfect titties. She hand fed him a cookie while the other boys kept on watching, playing video games and ultimately kept on making a mess, spilling their drinks. "Oops! Sorry Mrs. Benson. Love to see you on all fours cleaning it up though." Try as I humiliation might, I can’t seem mistress to see what kind of surveys or voting the guys are doing on their table screens. I took a moment, thinking about it. I can't remember anything else." Boom, domination boom, boom. “So you don’t even know who submission it was?” Nicole asked. Without thinking anything bad would come of it, I quickly replied, “Of course sweetheart, you know you can always ask me anything. But I did want to bdsm make love to her this weekend, finally.
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