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Shivering, Delia was permitted to walk behind Emmett, holding her leash, back into the house. She felt defeated, broken. She was dreading that evening, dreading and a small hint of her, her submissive core, her slut core, was looking forward to it. That realization, knowing that she was changing, becoming what he wanted her to be, a depraved black cock hungry slut, filled her with shame.
Her head hung low, Delia slowly followed Emmett through the house. She didn't see Carl right away or Janell
Her head hung low, Delia slowly followed Emmett through the house. She didn't see Carl right away or Janell
