Good evening, I continue my little story, My master therefore ordered me to dress as a whore to go down to Marseille, in a cinema very well known on this site.I did it, and dressed in black underwear, lace thong, and matching thongs, suspenders and black fishnet stockings, I wore over that a little mini skirt, and a transparent blouse.none of them could see me. My master opened the door for me, gallant as always, and said take my seat, little bitch! I quickly rushed inside, and he walked around and joined me.On the road which even in Marseilles, I was pensive ... the neighbor opposite, very often looks through his curtains, and I was afraid that in a few days he would come see me to ask me if it is I who was a woman this evening, what can I then answer him .. and if he had recognized me ??No time to think anymore, my master grabbed my head and made me lean towards his already open fly, presenting a member in advanced state of hardness .... suck me bitch while I lead you to the slaughter .... suck your master like a real submissive.I then set to work, sucking and licking to the best of my ability, grabbing the balls with my nimble hand, fiddling and squeezing them from time to time .. my master groaned with pleasure, insulting me for my sake. 'debase.Arrived in Marseille, he dropped me off in front of the cinema, telling me go go, I'm going to park the car, wait for me at the reception.But master say I, accompany me. I'm going to be alone on this sidewalk, at the mercy of these men everywhere .. Go out he said firmly ...

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