Reilly Sanders Nude Novels & Stories

JULIA Sandra called me Wednesday after lunch. "What can I do for you, Sandy?" "I'm dying," she groaned. "Call 911," panicking. "I'll call Master right away." "Not dying, dying. Today is the first time I'm able to touch myself for anything but putting antibiotic on and Dan won't let me cum. The hood piercing has me so horny and he said I can't cum until the poker game tomorrow." I laughed. "It sounds like a Slave Trainer."