I have lost track of Matts cock, Karen’s caressing is too big a distraction to concentrate on much else. I gently pull on the choker collar lead motioning her to get to her knees. Anal sex I can feel Matt working his tongue on my slit, Karen is rubbing her tits on my back and reaching around my body to pull my nipple rings. She is breathing heavy, spittle is running out of her locked open mouth her cleavage is wet from the dribble. I have been naked and exposed that whole time, I have been humiliated and abused in more ways than you can imagine. We all hop into the shower, it’s a little cramped but we manage to scrub each other clean. The previous stories “Beth Pony Girl”, September 07th and October 05th , tells my story of how I got to today, manacled with wrist, neck and waist bands of steel, branded on my rump and cleavage and nipples pierced with heavy rings fitted.
