I reached down and roughly pulled the dildo out with a wet slurping sound.
"Clean spanking clip it!" I ordered, holding the glistening dick up to her mouth.
I watched her part spanking clip her painted lips, the tip of her tongue running over them.
I held the dripping cock up to her lips and spanking clip slowly pushed it in.
As it slowly slipped past her lips, I watched her spanking clip throat swell as the thick rubber cock lodged in her gullet.
I spanking clip pushed harder, sliding the last few inches home, feeling her gag as it cut off her spanking clip air.
I waited as she struggled to remain still, her face slowly changing colors, red to blue.
Finally I relented, slowly pulling it out, allowing her to breathe again.
"T-thank you Mistress" she said, her voice husky and rough.
I pointed to the door of the bar, an impatient look on my face.
She quickly moved towards the door, hurried along by the sharp slap my hand delivered to her left asscheek.
As I watched her try to walk on her 5-inch heels spanking clip, I looked at the other spanking clip bikes in the parking lot.
It looked like everyone got my message and had decided to show up for the little party I had planned.
Bambi waited at the entrance, unsure of what to do spanking clip next.
I pushed open the door, allowing a cloud of stale smoke escape into the night air.
Bambi slowly stepped inside spanking clip, hesitant and unsure of what to expect.
The inside of the bar was poorly lit; the smoke from cigarettes made from tobacco, cloves, or other more powerful substances swirled in an ever changing cloud that the ventilation system could only keep mixed, not get spanking clip rid of.