"We are having some workmen sent to your house to add some stuff to help your training." "What?" asked Laura. "Why?" "You're thinking with your cunt right now so you can't understand even if I told you. Just be home on Wednesday." On Tuesday, Laura had to make some phone calls. She didn't normally work at the office on Tuesdays but she had been told by Alistair to come in and work the Tuesday and Wednesday mornings this week anyway, so she could attend her "counselling sessions" anyway. He clearly just didn't want to go without ejaculating on her for two whole days. Laura was supposed to be working at the Pretty Titty instead, but that job didn't start until lunchtime so it shouldn't be a problem. She was going to need to ask for Wednesday off from both jobs. The Pretty Titty turned out to be easy. She phoned her manager, Edgar, and he agreed to let her off for the day. He wasn't pleased she was asking for time off so soon, but given that she'd started at such short notice on the weekend he was prepared to give her a chance. Alistair was less inclined to be generous, and Laura had to ask him for Wednesday off in person. She made the request as she knelt naked in his office, holding the laminated picture of her twat. (Looking at it reminded her of last night and made her think "good indian cunt".) "Wednesday off?" said Alistair. "But you'll miss your counselling session, and probably slide even further homemade into slutty behavior." He winked. "And what will you give me for it if I let you get away with this?" Laura already had an answer. "Pictures of Erica," she said. She still had the ones she'd bengali sent to her abuser stored on her phone. She'd been saving them for when she wanted to avoid Alistair cumming on her face, but this would have to do. She showed india him the photos of Erica, naked, masturbating and pissing. Alistair began stroking his dick immediately. "Damn, your girlfriend is almost as much of a slut as you, Laura. Email them to me and we have a deal." Laura hastily emailed them from her phone as Alistair masturbated in her direction. Then Alistair instructed her to lick the image of her cunt again while she fingered her pussy. Laura had hoped Alistair might cum on the photo again like yesterday but instead he deliberately ejaculated onto desi Laura's face, and then told Laura to stop masturbating before she could reach her own climax. Laura cleaned her face as best she could through the process of transferring the sticky globs Bhabhi of cum to her mouth and rubbing the rest into her skin, and then started her normal daily work. The thing that bothered Laura most was that sitting there at her desk, knowing that there was cum on her face, and that people could see her… it felt normal. Chapter 21 UNDERWEAR SHOPPING At lunch Laura left work at the Department, and on her way to the Pretty Titty she decided to go underwear shopping. She had given the last of her own underwear to Alistair yesterday, so today she had confiscated Erica's underwear drawer. She had no intention of replacing Erica's clothes - it would do her girlfriend good to go around with a bare snatch and unsupported melons for a bit - but Laura wanted more for herself. She picked out a lingerie store called Claire's Boutique, decorated in a pink motif, and with a pretty brunette behind the counter too young to be Claire herself. Soon the door to the inn swung open, a young man and a heavily armored guard escaping the cold with a slam of the door behind them. Fuck my dick, you dirty whore. Let’s show them what sex is all about…” My father’s voice groans between Alex’s breasts. Show time indeed Rev thought. “I can do anything a witch can. 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