She felt every hard thrust of his body against her own. He used her hair as an anchor, yet another way her body became the epitome of betrayal. Her hair, simply a tool to be used against her. Moans left her mouth and the sound of her voice seemed like that of a stranger. How could this man bring out a whore she didn’t recognize? The heat was rising in her stomach and chest as she stay there on her knees rocking back and forth between the crowd and his cock. She closed her eyes to save herself the embarrassment though the head mistress had other plans. “Look at us, open your eyes young lady! Look at all those you serve.” She opened them and locked eyes with a man in the crowd, her own Dominant. She neared orgasm and mouthed the words “Please Sir, may I cum?” He shook his head with a strong NO and tears began to flood her eyes.
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