Ggb Stories

Part One The polite chatter of the fete, the smell of cut grass, felt like a different world. Yesterday, David Warwick had been fucking her ass for the third time. Now she was expected to smile and inspect the cakes on the stall in front of her. “An obedient slut.” The words drifted through her head, and a familiar heat coiled low in her belly. Her anxiety wasn’t just about Tyson. His demands had kept her so busy that she...