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Snowy eek-end

... was equal. "This is Larissa, she just eighteen and just beginning his career as an international e****te girl, she will spend the weekend with us you will be friend! Is not it? Until further notice I will not hear you and review your lesson well, there will be a quizz tonight! " They exchanged a few words in Russian, the only language that seemed to control the girl and then he instructed a USB drive in the drive and increased the volume of my headphones up to a deafening volume and will restart. The trip was a nightmare for me. Ä each contour, every bump in the road, my shoulder tension threatened to break up. My nose was practically glued to the screen that was broadcasting atrocious alternating sequences of sadism injunction to total obedience, recall the many rules my slavery and psychological humiliation concocted by my Master and my usual Dresseuse. I tried surreptitiously staring at the unknown fresh in the rearview mirror. She was a stunning beauty. Noiraude with hair cut short, slender, sleek, stylish and sexy, still so young and already so woman! Their conversation seemed to go well underway over the miles, she relaxed, and I felt a real complicity settled between my Master and his little whore. She laughed a lot and threw me mischievous and curious glances. Sitting comfortably in front, she did not feel more embarrassed than that in the sight of my uncomfortable position and my little moans iof pain as my master was amused to violent wheel turns . My master ...

... suddenly noticed my blinks to the Slavic beauties, He gave me a black eye and further increased the volume of the headset when a poor girl screaming horribly tortured in my headphones. Pressure changes due to altitude added to the loud noise massacred me the heard, out of strength, I burst into tears and cried the security word we agreed when I wanted a break in my persecution. He stopped immediately, cut video k, untied me and comforted me with tenderness, asked me about my needs, skillfully massaged my aching shoulders and allowed me to take a few steps in a dusted with snow clearing. Larissa seemed to enjoy my situation and totally u*********s of my distress, she finished a cigarette and flicking despatched his butts on my face laughing innocently. We resumed the road and arrived shortly before noon in a posh resort in the Southern Alps of Switzerland. It was agreed that in public, we behaved in the most so "vanilla" that is and we entered into a gourmet restaurant: Larissa was based perfectly in this jet set surrenfing, she played the role of the daughter of my master. I, for cons, I felt to focus the eyes, dressed in my vison and a shimmering evening gown at noon, I was the slave diamond heatress courtesan, common kind in these cliques ! This was heightened by feelings of discomfort in my anal plug and iced my steel chastity belt rubbing my Mont de Venus. We sat all three to one discrete table. I finally had the opportunity to learn more about the ukrainian whore. The ...