"Let me take you to the kitchen."

The group of men loved Harry's tone of pushing through the blistering distress of the paddling. Red bruises pushed up her legs, on her formerly pale to a crimson shade of tomato. Harry walks over to Malcolm, the man who whips her raw, putting her hand on his waistband. The green eye transform girl led him into the dining room. All the chairs were set up for the men with their hot food on the table, their eyes transfix on the whore controlling the room.

"Here you are sir," Harry said, with a beaming Dudley looking over the guy's shoulders. He cherishes the take-charge submissive girl he had established.

Malcolm's hand landed on Harry's red coarse ass. "You can call me master Malcolm for the remaining time I am here." His dark blue eyes ripped through the dainty green eyes girl. Still wanting more subordination from Dudley particular sex slave slut.

Harry let the waistband fall from the hard smack from Malcolm. "Yes, master Malcolm. Can I pull your seat out for you Master Malcolm?"

The archaic bully grins. "Yes, sweetheart."

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