They were seven sometimes eight feet tall of robust rippling muscle roaring into the night. Green skin speckled with flecks of blood, patches of dirt ...nd pieces of meat that somehow managed to avoid the massive maws of the b**sts. If those pieces were spotted they were devoured as quickly as anything else. They may have had clothing when the had set out hours ago but now only a few strips of cloth covered the celebratory warriors keeping the flimsiest illusion of modesty. None of the things. It worked ok, until i got it to the top of my boobs andfound the band wouldn't stretch over their protruding mass.Exasperated, I took it off and sat on the bed, staring at myreflection in the dresser mirror, and having to fight back tears. "Icant't even manage to get myself dressed," I thought to myself. I thencame up with the idea of fastening it at the front and spinning itaround, so I stood up, and attempted to fasten it under my breasts.Again, this was easier said than done, as i couldn't. “Oh no, it’s mom. I don’t want to leave.” she says pouting. “You better answer, we don’t want ther to suspect something’s up, right?” I said. “You’re right.” She gets off the counter and as she walks to the table to get her phone I give her a gentle slap on her ass. She giggles as she picks up her phone. After a few okays and I love you too she hangs up. “She said she’ll pick me up in a half hour.” she said. “That’s great, that gives us time to take a shower together.” I said as I lift her up. I could see the stress and desperation take hold of her and the tears began to flow. She sank to the floor and grabbed my leg, pleading with me to give her another chance, promising she would do better, telling me she’d be on the streets with her little girl. ”Please Master”, she begged. Fuck, what could I do? I felt so bad and was getting hard at the same time.I decided to give her another chance. I gave her some money and told her to get something for her daughter. While I was out I also.
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