Baby sitter sisters have fun using me as a rug *true story* NF
Face astounded by an unexpected breaking wind to their underling.
The appearance on her visage was absolute disbelief when they suddenly encountered a strong fart. They were unaware that this silent gas would turn them into a bondman of their unseen entity. The fart held a strange power that subjugated her being.
Their face grimaced in disgust as the offensive stench of the fart filled the air. They moaned in agony as they realized they had become enslaved by this disgusting gas. Each wind expulsion was a painful reminder of their enslavement. Their visage now bore the mark of a gas peon.
A look of shock washed over their countenance as they became an involuntary victim of a mighty blast of wind. The enslavement caused by this flatulence was unforeseen and perturbing. Their visage showed evident signs of their enslavement to the invisible force within the fart. The wind turned them into a slave of its putrid hold.
Their face showed a mix of repugnance and wonder as they succumbed to the control of the fart. They attempted to hide their embarrassment, but their captivity was written all over their face. The fart had changed them into a servant of the invisible force, leaving them vulnerable and obedient. As a wind servant, their visage betrayed the peculiar and unwelcome bond they
had formed with such shameful act.
Their astonished face reflected the entrancing control of the flatulence that subjugated them. They couldn't conceal their bewilderment as the gas exerted its authority over them. The flatulence transformed them into a compliant subject with a face that exhibited their defeat. Their visage disclosed the undesired enslavement they had fallen into, becoming a slave to the gas.
Their expression altered from disbelief to dread as the fart asserted its control over them. They were caught off guard by the unexpected subjugation caused by the gas release. Their face showed both their displeasure and their hesitant submission as they became a captive to the forceful wind. The flatulence left an indelible mark on their countenance, forever marking them as a flatulence servant.
Their first expression of repulsion swiftly became complete amazement as they discovered they had become a minion to the potent gas. A mix of embarrassment and
admiration danced upon their face, unveiling the enslavement they now faced. Their visage exposed the unexpected connection they had established with the fart, transforming them into a slave of its mysterious power. Every flatulence served as a reminder of their enslavement, etched on their countenance like a lasting mark.
Their facial expression transformed from annoyance to surprise as they realized they were now a servant to the powerful fart. A mixture of shame and intrigue appeared on their visage, betraying the unwelcome bond they had formed with the wind. Their visage exhibited their
vulnerability as the flatulence had captivated them beyond their control. Each gas release served as a unpleasant reminder of their bondage, making an indelible mark on their visage.
