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I sipped my coffee and gazed across the kitchen, smiling to myself as little Selena’s shapely ass bobbed in front of the oven as she bent over to remove a pan of homemade muffins from the oven. A delicate pink bow graced the top of her ass, barely holding the half apron she was wearing in place. I could just make out the swing of her pendulous breasts as she bent over the oven, trying not to let her soft nipples meet the hot door. As she removed the pan, she turned around and I grinned at her. “Good girl! Those look delicious!” I said, praising her. Her little hands shook, and tears welled in her eyes as she tried to smile around the large black ball held in her pretty pink mouth. Teetering over to the counter on the clear pink spike heels I’d put her in this morning, she placed the muffins down and walked over to the table, bending over in front of me as I’d trained her. Her breasts rested on the table within grasp, and I reached out with my hands and grabbed both nipples, pinching and squeezing with enough force to make her cry out through the gag.