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Our boys were staggered, so her’s was closest to her, then mine, hers, and finally mine. They couldn’t see, thanks to their latex unicorn masks, were anally stuffed with heavy plugs, and wore clunky, impossible shoes. All while naked and sporting some seriously hard erections from the impending humiliation.
“If one of mine wins, he can join us in your bed this evening!” Alex kicked her feet playfully and added, “Actually, whoever wins can, and all that loses will be put in chastity and made to kneel while you and I please the winner.”
“How’s that for motivation?” I used my riding crop to trace the head of one slave’s dripping erection, and they clogged their hoofs in unison.
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