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The Bottles

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They cut him down and he collapsed there, face down, in the pool of cum. The men returned to their seats and wiped their cocks and watched Master approach and mount the exhausted, cum-soaked boy upon the floor. Master fucked Fred without mercy or compassion until he shot one last long, hard, cruel cum-load into his sore hole. Clara took off her panties, wiped Master’s wet cock clean with them and then put them back on, rubbing them against her wet pussy.

Clara led Fred to his room, stripped him and showered him clean. She introduced him to his nightly punishment, which he would get, regardless of his behaviour: She stood him, nose to the wall, her wet panties stuffed in his mouth, and caned his buttocks six times. He stood, hands on head, and took his punishment silently. Then she put him in his bed, turned off the light, and told him that he could spit out the panties whenever he wanted to, but Fred slept with them in his mouth all night, tasting her and Master, and wondering what would come next.