Meganmoore Camsoda - Meganmoore Camsoda strips down and spreads for you.

Meganmoore Camsoda in hand she starts to pinch the puckered cleavage in her tits. She grimaces in pain as her hands make contact with her hot and puffy breasts. Megan moans softly and gently at Your ear...."- You kept Your word damn well..mnn....". Meganmoore Camsoda gets up off the bed behind her, follows You down to the basement, and in an instant her ass is in the air above the water. She stops completely stunned. Her mouth opens as she slowly follows You into the room. But to her disappointment there is nothing there. She follows You out of the room into the kitchen. There she sees a small tub of cold water sitting on the bench by the sink. She gets a confused look around the room, then follows You down the hallway.

She has a vague idea of what You are doing, but can not identify the smell or taste. Meganmoore Camsoda suddenly becomes very nervous. If the scent of her pussy is there... well, she's not sure if it is or not. Then again, if the trail of smells leads anywhere, it's miles away. Meganmoore Camsoda continues down the hall... she hears noises again, but has no idea where they are leading. In the end she comes to a small wooden crate laying in a very awkward position. Her heels almost touch the edge of the tub. Meganmoore Camsoda starts to rise from the tub, but stops when a strong strong voice tells her to stay where it is.

Meganmoore Camsoda's mind is reeling with thoughts of what's going to happen, she realizes she is going to see.... oh god, what's going to happen next.... Meganmoore Camsoda begins to rise again, only to hear the door open and close. Then another voice tells her to stay still. Whatever It is Meganmoore Camsoda has planned, it is for her Master. The next thing she realizes is that she is standing in front of a very large and uncomfortable bed. A voice: "That's my slave". Meganmoore Camsoda gasps, then quickly breathe as the wetness starts to drip down her face. "Meh. You were very good, pet..