He fed her and let her shower, he even gave her some cheap clothes. It wasn’t all free or from his own kindness however. She had to sleep in his bed, naked, and he took his fair share of liberties with her. But he never once hit her. She almost wished that he did she thought a bit twistedly. It’d make it easier to resent the things he did to her. Plus she kind of liked the rougher stuff, she had hated it at the time but now she found it hard to cum without being choked, and she always came the hardest right before she would black out. Being restrained was also something she needed, the way she felt when she was utterly helpless, she yearned for it. She knew she shouldn’t but wanted it all the same. She knew she was messed up, she shouldn't want these things. But when she was helpless and in pain, at least she felt something. Everything else was numb. Well, except for Big Boobs the hunger pains as another shot through her like a lightning bolt. She knew she needed to find something to eat, but it was mid afternoon, it would be hours before a charity soup van would be out. As she dragged herself to her feet, she despondently decided that Mark was the only option. Solo She made her way down the small back alleys, a familiar path for her, the main streets she received stares. No, backstreets were just easier, she dismissed the notion. On this day however she was lucky. There was a bakery driver pulled up in the side street, taking a break it seemed. He drove a white van and he was lightly snacking on some pastry. As she approached, she sized him up as he did her. He spoke first, cutting the quiet of the backstreet. "When was the last time you ate young lady" Isabelle looked at her feet. "Two days ago I believe", she managed to mumble out. "Come then, stop a moment and I will feed you, as long as you can speak clearly and answer my questions" He offered. Questions? Isabelle thought, how bad could that be? Certainly not as bad as seeing Mark, nor as degrading. So she nodded to signal her agreement, and he opened up a side door to his van, the contents hidden from her view due to the angle. He pulled out two amateur trays, the first indian full of hot food. Sausage rolls, Pasty's and Pies filled the tray. The second was filled by danishes, apple cakes and other sweet foods from a webcam bakery. Over the next hour she ate hungrily, answering the delivery man's questions. She was asked about a vast many things, everything from her family, her past and her current situation. The itch to enjoy them spread through me. I just had to tap the app. Obviously, that is all I needed to do. The edge dug into the back of his thighs and he collapsed indian rather clumsily onto it. The speaker was a tall, lithe, shaven-headed African, with high cheekbones and delicate features. John had not moved from his chair all day and was still setting there when we came home. He was staring down at his phone while nearby a large group of students were cheering and shouting. I inhaled sharply through my nose, staring wide-eyed at her. He started work as he heard Charlie groan. Her big full swollen tits stuck out from her chest, presenting themselves, just asking to be played with and sucked. Greg was webcam still snoring. The thing that was making Shauna restless was her own heart. "You need a sadist, capable of contorting the beautiful bodies of your female slaves into grotesque deformities. She straightened out her legs, and, without taking my dick out of her, she put her belly down on the pillow. Solo "And amateur I love you as well. We finally made it “home.” "Ahh! Down his gullet, deeper, strangling him. It’s rather cute, however I’m so tired and suffering from Big Boobs jet lag, it doesn’t take long before I’m out like a candle in the rain. “Perhaps my markings reveal a different truth with me: that I am a natural submissive, otherwise why else would I need the Reflex to find most pleasure?” Tits says mournfully, and I soothe her, kissing “No, no, no, it’s just what they’ve done to us.” We made it home and it was about 1am. He shook his head nervously. He reached under his bed and found his bottle of lube he had stashed away, and began spreading it along the length of his throbbing member. In fact it has a stove and an ice box.