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was with Jayson reaming her asshole like a freight train. She came to just in time to swallow Pete’s cum, which spurted down her throat at a crazy rate. Her legs were still twitching from the force of the climax. She doubted it had ever stopped.
    Trent grabbed the belts trapping her ankles to her upper thighs and used them to pull her sloshing sex onto his dick. When Pete finally stopped spewing into her mouth, Jayson pulled her back by tugging on her arms while Pete pressed his hands around her neck, making it difficult but not impossible to breathe.
    Then Chelsea was exploding from the inside again, hot and aching and tingling, like diving off a cliff and hoping she’d never come back down.

    After Pete and Trent left, Jayson carried Chelsea upstairs to his bed and laid her there on her back, asleep, with her arms and legs still belted as they were. She looked insanely fuckable, but there would be plenty more time for all of that. He cleaned her off with a washcloth and then left her to rest while he went to prepare for their next session.
    He came back up an hour later with a tray of food for her. She’d more than earned a good meal from how well she’d performed all day.
    She was still sleeping when he came in, so he set the tray on the bedside table and started suckling and kneading her tits to wake her up. It worked. In no time, she was moaning.
    “Good morning, sunshine. Or good afternoon, I should say.”
    When he came up, she was eyeing him warily, but not complaining at least.
    “Hungry?”
    Chelsea nodded.
    He lifted her upright and leaned her back against the pillows lining the headboard.
    “You’re not going to release me to eat?”
    He gave her a wry smile. “I hadn’t planned on it. I like seeing you like that. Bound. Open. You’ve got that well-fucked look in your eyes, too.”
    She glared, but he shoved a sandwich in her mouth before she could complain any more. She ate, letting him feed her a bite at a time. He made sure she got plenty of water, too. Definitely not a good plan to let her dehydrate.
    When she’d finished her meal, he leaned down to lick and nibble at her clit for a minute, until she was writhing and moaning against him again, before releasing her belts.
    She’d barely started stretching her limbs out when he picked her up, put her over his shoulder, and carried her into the bathroom. Jayson set her down on the toilet and moved over to the shower.
    “Take care of your business now,” he ordered while he reached in to turn on the knobs.
    She’d never peed with anyone present, not since she was old enough to handle such things on her own at least. Still, he’d left her strapped down and tied up and whatnot so often, she figured it was in her best interests to take the opportunity when it presented itself.
    She’d hardly finished before he picked her up again and carried her into the shower with him.
    He passed her a toothbrush and paste. “Brush, and then gargle with the mouthwash when you’re done.”
    Chelsea had barely registered what he had said before he had a soapy sponge in his hands, rubbing it all over her body. While he focused on her pussy and ass, she finally got to work brushing her teeth.
    When he moved on to scrubbing her breasts so hard you’d think they had ten years’ worth of muck and grime on them, she reached for the mouthwash and rinsed, then gargled as he had instructed her to do.
    After ten minutes in the shower with him, Chelsea was as clean as she could imagine she’d ever been in her life.
    He pulled the shower head down and sprayed her all over, rinsing all the suds away. Then he pushed on her shoulders, guiding her back to sit on a little ledge. “Spread your legs and finger yourself for me while I wash.”
    Never in her life had Chelsea masturbated in front of anyone. But then again, she’d been through countless other firsts over the last two days, so why should this be any different? Intense heat rushed to her cheeks as she pressed her