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  • I felt the tip of his penis line up with my asshole and then I felt him start pushing. I was surprised at how easily he went in, but I wasn’t tensed up and I wasn’t trying to fight him. I don’t really like receiving anal, but the whole situation with me encased in a black shroud with just my ass exposed and being fucked was a strange turn-on. After only a few minutes, I felt him erupt into my bowels. He stayed pushed up against me for a while and then pulled out. “Time to unwrap my purchase,” Master Jeremy said, almost laughing. The lights in the room weren’t all that bright, but I still had to blink several times before my eyes got used to the light. After he had unstrapped me, he told me to walk around a little to make sure my arms and legs weren’t cramping. Then he lay down on the bed and said, “Time for round two.” He was lying face up and he ordered me to straddle him facing away from him and to impale myself on his prick. To my surprise, he was already back to almost full stiffness. I did what he said and then he said slowly, “I want you to stroke yourself almost to climax to get your asshole really tight. Then I want you to bounce up and down on me until I muslim cum.” I was still stretched out, so it was easy to mount him. I was also hard and really didn’t outdoors need to stroke myself very much to get close to popping. I started bouncing up and down on him, or more accurately, I started raising and lowering myself on his prick. I started slowly at first and I could feel him squirming and thrusting slightly beneath me. It was really weird. I was the slave getting screwed in the ass, but I was the one in control. I could see why some girls like riding cowboy during sex. I was able to set the pace and even how deep a thrust his prick actually made into me. He plunged deep inside me. Pain shot through me but didn't stop muslim my orgasms. No… there was a reason, I just couldn’t… remember…. The head assassin herself? "Did you like it?" “Did my sister steal Miss Daisy's panties?” I asked as my sex slave rolled down the tight nylons, uncovering the professor's naked rump followed by her pussy adorned by a thick, red bush. He slept alone that night in the hotel room that he had had such high hopes for. Just a little waiting room no bigger than a bus stop, a place for a couple of cops stationed at the mall to return to on their breaks. “C’mon David, you don’t need to ride around in some old clunker,” she tells me. Which Ethan said sure. This, if you don’t already know, is the meanest card game ever devised. She said she’d try to ease into it and see if we could get them to settle for less than they wanted. Salivated for it. She slipped in the door and listened to see if she could hear anyone. I pulled my hands away, guilt flushing through outdoors me. I was touching my half-sister sexily. Then I felt the rumbling beneath my feet, and I picked Tera up, and launched us in the air. On your knees and lie face down on the bench. It popped in with little effort and then I touched the switch. He sends word to the two men holding Kelli, to strip her naked and bring her into the room. His cock sprung out of his shorts and he looked up at me.