Breaking Faith

Toy Shopping (1/2)

“Hello Toy.”

“Hello Mistress. Hello Queen.” The sleekly-muscled brunette slinked into her knelt position and stared up worshipfully at her two owners. The two ladies of the house were dressed in matching skin-tight black cat-suits.

”Hello Toy,” Kennedy petted her on the head, languidly stroking her glossy mane. “We’re taking you out today.”

“Really Mistress?” The house-trained pet beamed, excitement pulsing her nether regions. The sultry beauty loved being shown off by her owners and adored the wickedly inventive ways they used her. Her life had been so incomplete before they’d taken her in hand.

”Really,” Willow confirmed before passing Faith her costume. “Put this on.”

“Yes Queen.” In just under a minute the curvy slave was wearing a black frill-trimed in red g-string, the string separating her glorious globes while the slight silken material at the front barely concealed her cunny. The dark-haired seductress was also wearing a satin black frill-trimmed in red apron tied around her tiny waist and swan-like neck, a white cross embossed on the apron precisely between her tits, and black cap with a white cross on its centre perched on her head.

“Oh Willow,” Kennedy laughed. “She’s the perfect little naughty nurse.”

“Of course she is,” Willow giggled as she reached under Faith’s apron to squeeze a tit, the Slayer purring with delight at her owner’s touch. “Come on Toy.”

A car journey was spent knelt in the front of the passenger seat licking Kennedy to a pair of toe-curling climaxes. And then they arrived at their destination, a sprawling supermarket. Willow exchanged a long, slow kiss with Faith’s co-owner before glancing down at the knelt Slayer as she wiped her plaything’s face clean of Kennedy’s cum. “The entire store is our playground, Toy. I’ve cast a susceptibility spell that means everyone inside will notice and remember us, but they’ll be open to our suggestions.”

”This is gonna be fun,” Kennedy laughed. “I love dating an all-powerful witch and having a sexy tramp for a pet.”

Her two owners led her into the shop. Everyone stopped and leered, laughing at the scantily clad Slayer and lewdly commenting on her ample charms. Willow and Kennedy led the lush-bodied beauty over to the fresh produce section.

The fresh produce section was filled with three long aisles stacked with a colourful variety of vegetables and fruits from around the world, their smells creating a rich and varied aroma. “Over here, Toy.” Willow led her pet over to the central aisle and bent her over, making her grab the lowest shelf for balance and tilting her ass and hips up into the air. The witch hooked her thumbs in the full-bodied brunette’s so tiny g-string and tugged them down to her knees before pulling her sensually-muscled legs apart. “Stay there dear,” Willow ordered, her fingers dancing up and down the Slayer slave’s full rump. “Kennedy and I are going to play a game. Don’t worry, I’ve made sure no-one will touch our play-thing.”

The once-sassy street tough stayed meekly in position, the flawless skin on her curved butt pimpling in the cool air. In no time at all a crowd had formed to perv and pass judgement on the Slayer’s lewd allure.

“Look at that ass!” a man hoarsely commented. “You could bounce a quarter off it!”

“And what about that pussy!” a shrill-voiced woman added. “It’s so pretty and pink!”

Another man boomed out a laugh. “And look how submissive she is. They’ve obviously broken her in well.”

“Yeah,” a woman joined in the laughter. “Looking at that tush she was worth the effort though. Stretch those legs further baby!” The woman laughed again when the desperate to please Bostonian obeyed. “Wriggle that ass about!”

The crowd jeered and clapped when the dark-haired tramp obeyed, sinfully curved butt rotating in a slow, sensual circle that both Beyonce and Brittney would have envied. “Up and down babe!” ordered another woman. The crowd’s jeers grew louder when Faith obeyed, slender hips enthusiastically jiggling up and down as she showed her desperate need to be commanded. “Look at that bubble-butt bounce!” the woman temporarily in charge on the dutiful slut laughed. “Faster baby!” Faith obeyed of course, her bouncing ass a blur as her pussy moistened at being commanded by a bunch of strangers.

”I swear she’s getting off on it!” Another man commented.

”Are you making friends, Toy?” Kennedy queried, her hand gently tousling the Slayer’s full locks. “Are you enjoying yourself as centre of attention?”

“Yes Mistress.” The dutiful slave replied. “Thank you for bringing me here and letting me entertain these people.”

“You’re welcome dear.” Willow said. Faith looked up to see the witch stood with a shopping trolley filled with vegetables. “Tonight you’re going to have a vegetable casserole. But we’re going to have a game first, the ingredients are only going to be what you can fit inside your pretty pinkness.”

“Oooooh.” Faith’s heart-shaped lips parted in an aroused moan and her pussy throbbed excitedly.

“Of course,” Faith’s head shot back as Willow began to stroke her cunny with something leafy. “Everything needs a little flavouring.” Faith’s full lips parted in a groan as the leaves trailed up and down her wildly twitching labia. “Would you like a little bit of parsley with your casserole?”

”Yes, yes, yes,” Faith chanted, hips pushing back at the herbs teasingly tickling her twat, the leaves dancing over her labia like a pianist’s fingers, her owner’s other hand stroking her naked on show ass. “Please, please, please.”

Suddenly Willow pulled away with a giggle. “Okay, let’s get this game started. What have you got for our bitch, Ken?”

”Did you hear that?” laughed one of the men. “She’s a bitch!”

Kennedy picked a carrot out of the trolley. “I bet this fits.”

“Oh my god!” a woman cackled. “I can’t believe she’s gonna let them do this! What a whore!”

“I’m just glad I have a camera phone to record this on!” a man shouted.

“Oooooh.” The once so rebellious Slayer moaned, tamely taking her public humiliation as Kennedy worked the orange vegetable inside her for the crowd to watch. Kennedy twisted the carrot around inside her for extra friction, Faith’s hips bucking slightly. The busty beauty’s fuck channel eagerly clenched and squeezed the carrot. The crowd cheered as Kennedy eased the cum-drenched carrot out of her, but Faith’s owner was far from finished.

“Let’s see if she can take more carrots.” The crowd laughed and clapped as Kennedy eased two fresh carrots into the submissive sexpot’s narrow channel. The nubile lovely’s breath hitched and her hips bucked as her owner stretched her special place by moving the carrots apart, rubbing them against her moist, velvety walls. “That’s enough,” Kennedy pulled the carrots out.

”Oh wow, she’s such a submissive piece of ass!” a man yelled. “And so fine too!”

”Thanks Kennedy.”

“Ooooh,” Faith groaned as the red-haired witch began to tenderly caress the Slayer’s silky butt cheeks with one hand while easing a thick and long red pepper into her cunny. Unsurprisingly the hot vegetable soon had the nerves inside her twat tingling. “Oooooh!” the Slayer threw her head back and moaned, dark eyes glazing with pleasure as she was stimulated in this so unique way. The giggling witch continued to thrust the vegetable in and out of her, pussy flexing powerfully around the intruding food, and her cunny heating up in much the same a person’s mouth would when consuming the vegetable. “Aaaaah,” the sultry lovely’s full lips parted in a regretful sigh when the pepper was removed.

”We’re going to move onto thicker vegetables next,” Kennedy announced. “But I’m going to lube you first.”

“Thank you Mistress,” the broken beauty timidly replied.

“Good girl.” Kennedy patted her on the head before producing a thick round purple beetroot the size of a tennis ball and showing it to her. “I’m going to use its juices to get yours flowing.”

“Ahhhh, oooh, yesssss,” the nubile slave’s ruby-red lips parted in a seductive croak as Kennedy moved her finger and forefinger into her puffed-up labia and began to slowly, teasingly, prise her lips apart, excited sweat dripping her curved rear. “So gooooood.”

“Oh my god!” A woman cried. “The little slut’s no shame.”

”Have you seen what she’s nearly wearing?” A deep voice commented. “Of course not!”

The dark-eyed tramp’s slender hips rocked back and forth as her giggling owner took the beetroot and worked it inside. The brunette’s tight pussy spread before the round vegetable until it was lodged firmly in her opening. “Aaaaah!” The curvy Slayer’s full ass bounced as Kennedy began to slowly turn the beetroot inside her, stimulating her nerve endings. The juicy vegetable did a slow rotation clockwise around her twat, and then her domineering owner quickly did a full rotation in the other direction, laughing slightly at Faith’s accompanying whines. “Yessssssssss.” Her milky juices mingled with the beetroot’s purple liquids in dripping down her shaking legs. “Ooooooh,” the Slayer grunted and groaned as Kennedy popped the vegetable out. All she could make were inarticulate sounds of passionate arousal.

”She’s ready for you Willow,” Kennedy announced.

“Thanks Kennedy.” Willow stepped in behind her, the witch’s fingers delicately sliding up the Slayer’s lustrous hamstrings. “Has anyone got a taste for avocado?”

“Not normally,” a woman shrilled a laugh. “But I’d eat anything off that pussy!”

“Ah,” Willow cooed. “You’ve got fans Toy. How sweet.”

“Aaaah!” Faith gasped and started, lithe muscles rippling in shock, as something pinged into her twat, slapping against her cervix.

Kennedy giggled. “That answers that then. I can shoot peas into her with a pea-shooter. I guess peas are on the menu.”

Willow giggled. “Kennedy, you can’t hog Toy. It’s my turn.”

“Oooooh.” The Slayer’s body shook seductively, sweat beading down it, when the witch began to work the narrow end of the pear-shaped vegetable into her now dripping twat. The witch steadily worked it into her flexing cunny, rotating it from side to side so its rough skin rubbed against her pussy’s nerve endings. “Aaaaaaaa!” Sweat gleamed on the brunette’s nubile body as she wriggled and writhed as the witch continued to remorselessly fill her pussy. “Ohhhhhh, aaaaaaaa, godddddddddddddd.”

“It’s in,” the witch announced to the crowd’s claps. The sexy slave’s trembling legs almost gave way when the witch popped the cum-drenched vegetable out of her. “What’s next, Kennedy?”

“A zucchini. “ Kennedy strode up behind her, the fingers of one hand gently trailing up and down Faith’s deliciously-curved back. “Are you ready Toy?”

“Please,” the dark-haired beauty’s cupid-shaped mouth parted in a plea. “Give it to me.” The brunette thrust her hips back, tilting her ass lewdly up. “Inside me. Food fuck me!”

“Good girl.”

”Aaaaa, yesssss.” The sexy brunette shuddered as her co-owner stroked one end of the torpedo-shaped vegetable up and down her tingling twat lips, teasingly stimulating her before the main event. Then Kennedy started to slide the vegetable through her eager opening. Her soft walls spread before the thick vegetable, but clenched to it, making progress pleasurably slow. “God, oh god, oh god.” Faith loved it, a fucking whore on the end of a vegetable being screwed for show and the pleasure of those who owned her completely. “Aaaaaaaaah!”

”Fucking hell!” A man yelled as she climaxed, juices flowing down her legs. “The bitch is cumming!”

“Look at her!” a woman squealed. “She’s like a waterfall!”

“Jesus!” yelled a high-pitched teen. “She is one depraved slut!”

The east coast tramp’s breathing eventually returned to normal, the dark-eyed sexpot barely able to keep her feet. “Zucchini’s in the pot then,” Kennedy giggled. “Your turn Willow.”

”Thanks sweetie.” Faith twitched helplessly as her owner trailed her fingers up and down her aroused pussy lips. “You like corn on the cob don’t you, Toy?”

“Oh yes! Oh yes!” Faith panted and nodded her head, dark orbs screwed shut. “In me. In me. In me,” she babbled.

Willow giggled. “All in good time.”

“Aaaaa, oooh, aaaah.” The on-display hottie grunted and groaned as the vegetable made its initial entrance to her hot, wet sex. “Aaaaa, gaaaa,” the busty brunette whimpered, half-crazed by lust.

The corn on the cob was a good two inches longer and considerably thick than the zucchini with an even rougher surface. As a result the big-breasted Bostonian was even more stimulated. Every twist of the vegetable had her shaking with gleeful arousal and ever thrust had her panting with pleasure. Uncaring about her audience, Faith wiggled up and down on the probing food. The Slayer’s velvet walls collapsed and convulsed when the witch suddenly yanked the vegetable out, her cunt falling into a second orgasm. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Gaaaaaaaaaaaa! Jessssssssssssssussssssssssssssss! Fuckkkkkkkkkkk!”

The dark eyed lovely screamed herself hoarse as she sunk to her knees, body drained by her climax. “I think we’ve got all we need for the casserole.” Willow decided. “Dairy products next.”

* * *

Her two owners came to a halt by a glass-door refrigerator stacked full of milk. Willow grinned at Faith. “Toy, unfasten your apron at the neck.”

The once-sassy Slayer meekly obeyed. Uncaring about passer-bys, she reached behind her neck to unfasten the black knot there. A number of observers gawked when the top half of her satin apron fell forward, hanging at her slender waist held there only by the knot just above her bubble butt. “Look at those tits!” yelled a man, his camera phone held out. “I can’t believe I’m recording this!”

The submissive Slayer’s rounded tits stood high and firm, nipples already erect with anticipatory excitement. “Get out a carton and start drinking,” Willow ordered, the wicca’s cheeks glowing with arousal.

Faith opened the fridge, flawless skin pimpling and nipples hardening further at the sudden chill, and grabbed the nearest carton, tearing its top off. Throwing her head back, she began to drink, gulping down the cold goodness.

“Faster, Toy!” Kennedy demanded.

The sexy Bostonian tilted her head back even further. The milk began flowing even quicker, and try as she might, milk was soon leaking out of the sides of her heart-shaped mouth and down her face. “Pour the rest over your jugs!” Kennedy ordered.

”Oh god!” Faith groaned as she obeyed. Her flawless flesh goosed the moment the icy liquid made contact. The liquid flowed down her ample jugs and between them, into her deep valley.

”Wow!” A man gasped. “Look at the way they shine and her nipples jut out!”

“I can’t believe I’m seeing this!” commented another.

“Her boobies are all messy,” Willow giggled, a lustful gleam in her eyes.

”Yeah,” Kennedy elbowed her co-owner in the ribs. “Let’s clean up.”

“Oh please.” Faith panted and moaned as her two owners crossed the few feet separating them and began to play with their well-endowned plaything. “Aaaaa.” The sultry slave’s lips parted in a groan when her owners each reached behind her to grab a high-tilted butt cheek each, fingers kneading the firm flesh. “Oooooh.” After grinning at one another, Willow and Kennedy buried their heads in Faith’s rack, their tongues lapping at the milk. “Aaaaah.” Every sensual lick sent tingles through her teardrop-shaped tits. Every suck on her nipples had her trembling. “Oooooh!” The coal-eyed temptress threw her head back and wailed excitedly. Every kiss, lick, suck, squeeze, and stroke sent loving shivers through her trained-to-arousal body. “This is so good-.”

The former rebel moaned a protest when her two owners pulled away. “All clean now,” Willow announced. “Re-fasten your apron.” Faith dutifully obeyed, the dampness of her chest ensuring the apron moulded itself to her chest.

The sultry sexpot followed meekly after her owners as they led her over to the ice-cream counter. “What flavours do you sell?” Willow asked.

The scrawny geek stood behind the polished counter tore his eyes from the scantily-clad slave to look towards the witch. “Um,” the boy’s Adam’s Apple jumped nervously at being confronted by three nuclear hot beauties. “Vanilla, Strawberry, Raspberry, Chocolate, Mint, Butterscotch, Pecan, Caramel, Banana, Coffee, Tropical Fruit, Peppermint, and Toffee.”

“Wow,” Willow sounded impressed as she stroked at Faith’s hair. “You sell quite a selection. How are sales?”

“Slow,” replied the man.

”Maybe we can help with that,” Willow suggested before turning to the submissive slave. “Toy climb up onto the counter and unfasten and lift up the bottom half of your apron.”

“Yes Queen.” The once defiant Bostonian leapt up onto the counter like a gazelle. Once laid down, she unfastened and pulled up her apron, revealing her tautly alluring stomach, perspiration beads creeping down her tanned, trembling skin.

The geek stared at the supine beauty with rapt attention. Willow turned to the equally avid crowd. “Anyone who buys at least two litres of ice cream gets to eat a scoop of their chosen flavour off her belly.”

In seconds a long line had formed. The first man up was a tall thin boy barely into his teens. “Wow!” the teen drooled as he opened his tub of strawberry. “The guys are never gonna believe this!”

”Give me your camera phone and I’ll record it for you,” Kennedy offered with a giggle.

“Thanks miss.” The boy quickly passed Faith’s co-owner a phone before scooping a huge dollop out of the tub and dropping it on Faith’s midsection.

“Ooooooh!” The Slayer’s ruby lips parted in a long moan as the ice-cream hit her flat belly. Her flesh pimpled at the chill, her stomach quivered and hips lifted, full ass bouncing off the silver counter, supple back arching.

The boy leered down at her before picking up his spoon and beginning his Slayer-tabled snack.

An hour later and Kennedy clapped her hands. “Show’s over people. No more special offer!” Thanks to Willow’s spell, everyone one drifted silently off. Faith’s fellow owner turned to the foxy brunette, hooked a finger in the waistband of the supine slave’s g-string, and tugged it down to her knees. “Have you seen anything as pretty as that?”

The ice-cream seller’s eyes bulged as he stared at Faith’s glistening pinkness, her cum-glistening lips puffy with anticipation. “No, miss.”

“What’s your favourite flavour?” Willow asked.

The geek gulped before tearing his eyes away from Faith’s exposed pinkness and looking towards the red-haired witch. “Chocolate, ma’am.”

“Aaaaaa!” The sexy Slayer shrieked, pelvis arched upwards when Willow dropped a huge dollop of chocolate ice cream onto her crotch. “So cold!” the brunette squealed as she thrashed about, the cream dripping into her creamy hole chilling her most sensitive area. “Oh Jesus!” The sexy slave writhed and gasped, chest heaving with shock.

“Still, Toy.” Willow grinned down at the helpless writhing slave before looking towards the geek. Faith forced herself to settle, although her chest still rose and fell rapidly. “What are you waiting for?”

“Oh god!” The Council fuck-toy inhaled, high chest heaving when the boy drove his head between her thighs and onto her gyrating pelvis. The boy wasn’t an expert, but in Faith’s turned-on and well-trained state he didn’t need to be. Every touch was pure sensual magic. His tongue flicked up and down her slit, licking and slurping the ice-cream made even tastier by the addition of her juices. “Aaaaah!” The sultry lovely squeezed her eyes shut and her slender hips rose off the counter when the youth’s tongue sneaked inside her, searching for any food that had fallen in there.

Willow giggled. “I’m taping it on his cell so he can show all his geek buds what a babe he scored with.”

“Good idea, Willow,” Kennedy praised.

“Gaaaa! Ohhhhh!” The coal-eyed sexpot was oblivious to the others’ comments. Her entire world was the tongue working at her crotch. The youth slid his tongue up her velvety folds, finally settling on her throbbing clit. “Aaaaaa!” Faith’s raven locks thrashed as she screamed when the boy clumsily sunk his teeth into her nubbin, the pain sending her into a store-shaking climax. “Jesussssssssssssss!”

By the time the sexy pet had come down from her climax, Willow had pulled her apron completely off, leaving her butt-ass naked but for her flimsy g-string dangling at her ankles, and Kennedy was liberally coating her tits in coffee ice-cream. “Aaaaa,” the Slayer moaned and groaned, submissively allowing the ice-cream vendor to clamber on top of her, his trousered erection pressing into her quivering belly as he began licking her teardrop-bosom clean. His tongue slid everywhere, making a thorough examination of her rack, down the cleavage, around her nips, on top, to the sides, and of course the high underside, diligently licking and slurping every flawless inch, whether it needed cleaning or not, the boy wanted his lips on every part of her. His teeth even occasionally sunk into her otherwise flawless flesh, biting deep, but Faith took it as her due for being fortunate enough to serve two such wonderful owners.

“Um,” Willow peered down at the supine beauty after the geek climbed off. “Toy’s a mess now.”

”Let’s take her to the pharmacy and get her cleaned up,” Kennedy suggested.

“Good idea,” Willow approved. “Get your apron back on dear.”

* * *

The now filthy Slayer, her legs, belly, and tits covered in a variety of sticky substances including sweat, cum, milk, and cream, looked around the tiled-floor pharmacy, its shelves filled with a combination of medicines, cosmetics, and toiletries. “Strip.”

”Yes Mistress.” Faith quickly obeyed, divesting her nubile body of even the scant coverage her apron and g-string had given her. “What next?” she asked, depravedly eager for whatever humiliations her owners had planned.

“Wow!” commenting a balding middle-aged man, his tongue running over his lips. “What a fucking body!”

“I’ve got some baby wipes,” Kennedy said. “But who are we going to get to clean her up?”

“Already found them,” Willow replied before leading a pair of grey-haired women through the crowd to stand before the naked beauty.

“She can’t be serious!” gasped a young black man. “This is just whack!”

“Yeah!” laughed a portly oriental. “But I’m filming this anyhow.”

“Aaaaah!” The submissive nude moaned and whinnied like a horse waiting to be rode when the two women took a pair of baby wipes and began to work their wrinkled hands up her smooth, slender thighs, front and sides. The old women touch her with a delicacy and care that had her trembling, their slightly minty breath hot on her skin as they leaned in to check their handiwork.

“Oh my god!” crowed a big-titted blonde. “The slut’s got no self-respect at all!”

“Legs wide apart dear,” one of the old women ordered.

“Yes ma’am,” the dark-eyed beauty muttered, the once defiant tough now filled with respect. The young woman spread her legs, revealing her cream-covered slit as she allowed herself to be taken in hand by the two old women.

“Um,” the woman tutted as she picked up a clean baby-wipe, eyes fixed on Faith’s sodden fuck-hole. “You have been a dirty girl haven’t you?”

“Y….yess,” the sultry sexpot’s voice hitched as the old woman began to slowly trail the baby wipe up and down the once-cocksure Slayer’s long slit. Then the woman deftly wrapped the baby wipe around her left forefinger and slid it inside her snug twat. “Oooooh”. The Slayer moaned, cheeks flaming in helpless arousal. A saggy old woman had her finger up her pussy while a crowd looked on and cheered!

Her stimulation only heightened as the woman began to twirl the finder around inside her tight snatch, stroking her excitably moist walls. “Ooooh,” the east coast honey couldn’t help but rock back and forth on the old woman’s finger as the crowd laughed and recorded her cleaning. There she was a ripe beauty in the prime of life being cleaned like a helpless baby by a pair of senior citizens.

How fucked up was that?

”Oh, you’re doing it all wrong.”

”Jeeeeez!” Faith grunted and groaned when the second old woman wrapped a clean baby wipe around her forefinger and joined the other in easing into Faith’s tight pussy. “Th….that is so-.” Soon both ladies were stroking her fluttering walls. “Aaaaa.”

Just as the buxom beauty was about to explode, the elderly women yanked their fingers out. “I think her special place is clean,” one of the old women commented.

”Oh yes,” the other woman agreed as she picked up a clean baby-wipe. “Time to clean that tummy now.”

“Yes,” the first agreed. “She’s such a messy child.”

“Ooooh.” The curvy lovely’s full lips parted in a long gasp when the two women old enough to be her grannies continued to thoroughly clean her naked body.

“You’re a naughty girl,” one of the women scolded. “Getting so dirty.”

“You tell her!” A man guffawed.

“Yessss! So baddd!” The sexy Slayer’s flat belly quivered and undulated as the two old women cleaned her for her watching audience. The two women scrubbed their wrinkled fingers up and across her belly with a tantalisingly torturous slowness. Best of all was when they traced sensual clockwise and counter-clockwise circles in her flesh, her belly rippling uncontrollably. “Baddddd girl.”

“Well I’m glad you realise it.” One of the elderly ladies dropped her mucky cloth. Her bespectacled eyes moved to Faith’s soaked jugs. “Time for your chest I think.”

“Yes ma’am.” Faith felt a decadent thrill as she casually raised her hands up, clasped them together, and placed them behind her head, pushing her firm, round melons proudly out. “I’m ready.”

“Oh god!” a man whispered. “She’s so trampy.”

“Who cares?” laughed another. “I’m just glad I bought my new vid-cam. Look at those cans!”

The two women grabbed a pair of baby wipes and chose a tit each. “Ooooh,” the silky-maned lovely couldn’t help but whimper when the two women began to stroke the fleshy underside of her young, firm chest, cleaning it. “This is so-.” Whatever Faith had been about to say was lost in a stream of unintelligible mutters as the grey-haired duo’s crept up the outside of her ample jugs. “Yesss.” The nubile seductress screwed her gypsy-brown orbs shut as the two women tenderly slid their wipes across the top of her curved breasts to meet in the middle. “Oh, oh, oh.” Each woman took their turn to glide their wet wipes down her deep ravine. “Please, please, please.” Faith babbled and groaned when last and best, they slowly encircled her cherry red nipples and tenderly grazed the wipes over her throbbing nipples.

”I think they’re clean now.” One of the elderly women stepped back and picked up a fresh wet wipe. “Front’s done dear. Now turn around, we need to clean your back now.”

The busty love-toy knew her back was clean but didn’t care. She couldn’t get enough of these two women’s gentle attentiveness, the fact her owners were enjoying themselves watching was a massive bonus too. Her lithe muscles rippled and writhed as the two senior citizens pushed their wet wipes up and down her back, covering every sensual inch.

“Your back’s clean now dear. Bend over and put your hands on your knees now.”

“Yes ma’am.” Faith’s firm buns rose invitingly into the air. “Oh god.” The sultry plaything groaned as the two old women began to stroke her rounded behind with slow concentration. They started at the top, caressing the small of her back before sliding the wet wipes up her high tush, slowly rubbing them into her fleshy globes, and then sliding them down her curved hamstrings. And then the two senior citizens pulled away. “All clean now,” one lady said.

”Thank you, you’ve been most helpful.” Willow said before passing the naked lovely a stars and stripes string bikini. “Put that on Toy.”

“Yes Queen.”

Kennedy giggled. “I wanna make a stop at the stationery store.”