Clawdia’s Non-Cooking Show
My name is Clawdia. I’m the lover of Chef Jack, the clone of Dia, and the maid of Chase. And to all three of them, I’m their loyal sex slave. They all love my body, and I love to give them pleasure.

One day, Jack told me he loved my helpless moans, and ordered me to wear a gag for the rest of the day. Later, Dia said I was a slut who didn’t deserve clothes, and made me strip to my thong. Finally, Chase said I should stick my butt out for his pleasure, so into the heels I went.

But it wasn’t the end. In my vulnerable state, they took me to a strip club, and told me I was a guest of honor. They would watch me as I was, grinding against a pole while the rather large audience scquirted cooking oil on me. If that.

And as I danced for every horny idiot in the village, I looked towards my loving masters. Chase was rubbing his stiffy, while Dia was rubbing her breast and stroking Jack’s dick. I knew I wasn’t leaving this place with a shred of virtue: the instant the music was done, they would throw me to the floor and gangbang me.

And as I danced to my inevitable fate, only one thought remained in my pretty little head: this was the best birthday ever.

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