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Completely at the mercy of his twisted boss, Kyle struggles against her constant efforts to further corrupt him into her slutty personal slave. In the final installment of Becoming Kayla, he finds himself at the mercy of another one of her pets - a plastic surgeon!
Excerpt: I laid on the couch until the sun went down and I started receiving texts from Michelle. "Assignment starts in 1 hour", "45 minutes", "30 minutes - don't make us come to you". I was beaten, thoroughly and completely, and had no choice but to do as she said. I wriggled back into the black corset dress that I had worn a few nights ago, adjusted my false breasts in the cups, and hurriedly pulled the fishnets up my legs. I was applying my thick, dark makeup when the phone buzzed for the 15 minute mark. It was all I could do to keep from crying and ruining my thick eyeliner and mascara, and finally I pressed my feet into the tight, six-inch platform heeled boots and tottered out the door carrying my tiny handbag. The tiny latex skirt of the dress felt like it barely covered anything and I could feel the rippling of my breasts against my skin as they jiggled and bounced with every high-heeled step. The boots pinched my toes terribly and caused me to take very careful steps lest I fall down the stairs. Finally I stepped out into the cool night air, feeling every gust and breeze on my nearly-bare legs.
Michelle's car was waiting outside my apartment and she watched my gyrating hips hungrily as I approached. The tattoos she forced on me stood out proudly on my arms and legs, save for the tramp stamp. My dress was good for covering one thing, at least. I awkwardly pulled myself into the passenger seat and she began to drive.
As soon as we hit the highway her hand moved under my skirt. "You make such a good little whore." She grasped my member through my lacy black panties and my dick began to harden.
Excerpt: I laid on the couch until the sun went down and I started receiving texts from Michelle. "Assignment starts in 1 hour", "45 minutes", "30 minutes - don't make us come to you". I was beaten, thoroughly and completely, and had no choice but to do as she said. I wriggled back into the black corset dress that I had worn a few nights ago, adjusted my false breasts in the cups, and hurriedly pulled the fishnets up my legs. I was applying my thick, dark makeup when the phone buzzed for the 15 minute mark. It was all I could do to keep from crying and ruining my thick eyeliner and mascara, and finally I pressed my feet into the tight, six-inch platform heeled boots and tottered out the door carrying my tiny handbag. The tiny latex skirt of the dress felt like it barely covered anything and I could feel the rippling of my breasts against my skin as they jiggled and bounced with every high-heeled step. The boots pinched my toes terribly and caused me to take very careful steps lest I fall down the stairs. Finally I stepped out into the cool night air, feeling every gust and breeze on my nearly-bare legs.
Michelle's car was waiting outside my apartment and she watched my gyrating hips hungrily as I approached. The tattoos she forced on me stood out proudly on my arms and legs, save for the tramp stamp. My dress was good for covering one thing, at least. I awkwardly pulled myself into the passenger seat and she began to drive.
As soon as we hit the highway her hand moved under my skirt. "You make such a good little whore." She grasped my member through my lacy black panties and my dick began to harden.
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