The Slaver Gets His Wish 15 Judy kept her eyes properly downcast as we sat at my kitchen table drinking coffee. Rachel and Reese were both at a Narcotics Anonymous meeting. Joey had chauffeured them. Judy had a collar around her neck, high heeled boots on, and a three inch diameter butt plug lodged firmly in her rectum. “I’m not sure how I feel about this, Judy,” I said. “I’m a little confused about it, too. But knowing what Tory did to hurt my girls, I just don’t want to be responsible anymore. I feel like I betrayed them.” “But submitting...
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