To my own astonishment, the pregnant picture wetness between my pregnant picture legs continued to grow with every scream elicited by the slave.
The rest of the penalty was seen pregnant picture as a blur through tears.
I could not stop them pregnant picture, and did not want to.
My heart went out to this slave as his Mistress continued her onslaught of torture.
Just as I thought the show could not get worse, the slaves screams of pure terror pregnant picture started.
Mistress Anne had first fucked his ass with a small dildo, and then had inserted a butt plug coated with what appeared to be Ben-Gay deep inside his pregnant picture rectum.
I could feel Mistress Taralyn watching me.
As much as this slaves torture hurt me, I could not stop watching.
Tears dripped down my cheeks, disappearing down my naked breasts and across my taught stomach.
Mistress Taralyn pinched my nipple pregnant picture hard, bringing me back to reality.
I moaned and shivered at the pain and her sensuous touch.
The show was finally over and Mistress instructed pregnant picture me to get dressed.
We walked to the car in silence.
I stared out the window, my heart aching, as well as every fiber of my being.
Tears freely escaped my eyes, as I had no will pregnant picture power left pregnant picture to stop them.
Mistress eyed me and questioned if I were ok.
I told her I was, and I was not.
I was filled with such strong emotions, I did not know whether to scream, cry, or laugh.
Mistress asked me if the punishment disturbed me.
