Wade Paulsen

in preparation for the Beast’s feast. This made me laugh at myself and I stretched out on the bed running my hands down my silky body. I reached over and turned the radio up, and as Sean Mullins sang "what a beautiful wreck you are" I smiled and moaned, slipping the first two fingers of each hand into my slickery warmth to wet them. Pulling and tugging at my lips, I squirmed on the bed, just letting the tips of my thumbs run over my clit as I played. I rolled my head and arched, opened my eyes….and screamed. Master stood there in my bedroom doorway watching me, arms crossed, sexy arrogant smirk on his face. I stared, frozen, as he said to the man standing next to him. "Filthy whore always has her hands in it." He walked