Hot Indian Encounter: April 3, 2012

“Get the fuck out whore, here’s your fucking dollar!” He hollered at me as he threw a wadded up dollar bill at me. Eporner “I prefer them” he said with a smile. I felt so full and my hole was stretched to the max. ‘Maybe she won’t notice and I can sneak back in to put it away’ I tried to reason with myself. I made my way down stairs, still completely naked besides my tiny pink chastity cage and stainless butt plug, to find mistress Kassy grabbing her purse. I poured a tremendous amount of lube onto the flared head and began rubbing it all over. “Get the fuck out whore, here’s your fucking dollar!” He hollered at me as he threw a wadded up dollar bill at me. The night air was cold on my arms and legs, I was so nervous I didn’t even feel like myself. “Umm…uh..one dollar. I watched as he took his stained t shirt off revealing his huge greasy belly