“I still want to fuck you Kitty,” Paul insisted, “I paid an awful lot of money for this moment.”
“You’ll get a refund, Paul, ok?” Kitty said nervously. “You’re Kitty Barchester aen’t you,” the driver asked. Kitty Lord Barchester’s daughter. She lost count of the men who used her, all of them seemingly identical, identical in dress and build and stature, only their glasses or lack there of and the occasional example of facial hair made them anything like individuals. “I still paid, you owe me Kitty,” Paul said firmly. “You’re like our Marcia’s youngest,” Tommy said, “I don’t know why she won’t let me fuck her/”
“She’s your grand daughter perhaps, it’s illegal.” Kitty suggested. “No, it’s all right,” Kitty said and immediately regretted her words. “Kitty,” Miss Lloyd advised, “Use the ball gag in case it hurts, oh and lots of lube.”
“Yes Miss Lloyd,” Kitty answered. “I’ll send Karen she’s much your size and shape,” Miss Lloyd suggested and when Kitty looked confused she added, “Down below!”
“Oh,” Kitty agreed, “Ok,”
Kitty slipped from the window and went to
