"Your little fucktoy, Master?" whimpering inside as it slips out of my mouth as if I willed those words to be said. Moaning softly as my dress starts sliding down, exposing my big, now bare tits, and as it gets lower and lower, eventually my g-string. I want to cry, but something is holding me back from it. Leaning back in the seats automatically, pussy lips quivering, as I quiver inside. If I ever get out of here, I'm gone for good!
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